"Do you like me?" Gu Ximing, who was twenty years old, asked her with some uncertainty.
"I like it!" Wei An's eyes turned into crescent moons, "Who wouldn't like the tall, handsome, handsome and golden young man Gu?"
"Do you love me?" Gu Ximing, 25, asked her with sad eyes.
"Love? What is love?" She still smiled like a flower, but those cherry lips uttered the most cruel words, "If I don't even love myself, how can I love others?"
The truth that was torn apart was stained with layers of scarlet.
He thought that the five years of deep love were just time stolen by the stars. She was like a woman with a mask, dancing an extremely seductive dance in the flames of revenge, seducing him into the endless abyss.
At the end, she said: "I don't want you anymore!"
The tone was cold, just like the first time when they were both still children. She looked at him with full expectation, but he pointed at her and said, "I don't want her."