When you are completely hurt by reality, these once beautiful memories have turned into sharp blades, piercing you to the point where you no longer have the strength to touch them, and you no longer dare to touch them. . .
Mu Rou remembered that she once said that he had two prides, one was Muyan, and the other was herself. Now, there is only one left, and that is her remaining self-respect.
...
Muyan's mind was filled with Junhao's gentle look when he held Mu Rou, and that look in his eyes that seemed to show off his victory. . .
"Crack!"
The goblet turned into pieces in his hands and fell to the crimson carpet along with the blood in his hands.
His expression changed from anger to pain.
It's obviously my own fault, so what right do I have to be angry? . . .
But, Mu Rou, do you really not understand?
Don't you really understand? . .