When she was eighteen years old, she met him. He stretched out his hand to her like Prince Charming, resolving her embarrassment.
Love is love, she jumped into love regardless of her own safety, persistent and passionate, regardless of anyone's objections, but unexpectedly, it was a gentle and cruel net.
He held her hand and his voice was more tired and hoarse than ever before: "I love you."
She slapped him with her backhand and said with cold eyes: "Han Chenyi, since you have got everything you want, why don't you get out?"
Love like a moth to a flame is destined to be shattered into pieces.
Eight years later, he returned and pressed her to the corner. His rough fingertips slowly stroked her smooth skin, listening to her messy breathing. His low voice came: "This time, I will not let you go again."
"Rong Rong, you obviously still love me, why can't you face your heart?"