She had given him so many years of concealment and deception, so many years of hatred, but she could not even express her deepest feelings.
Luo Han, Luo Han... You won't forgive me, it's my fault, it's all my fault...
Tears fell from her face drop by drop, not ferocious bright red, but as warm and cool as spring rain and dew. This was her confession of love.
If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife... If you still want it, my body, soul, flesh and blood are all yours. If you don't need them, I will use them to build a bridge for you, no matter where your purpose is.