It's not that I don't love you, it's that you hurt me so much that I don't have the courage to love you.
Xia Zhimo still remembers when Zhong Yufei knelt in front of her with a rose in his hand and said ancient love words. Only that sentence: "Xia Zhimo, I want you to be my star of Midsummer Night and never fall." It was still deeply imprinted in her heart. It was just that his ruthlessness killed her and little Jasmine that day.
This time, they met again, but the warmth was not as good as before.
"Mr. Zhong, are we familiar with each other?"
"I don't know, in Miss Xia's opinion, does dating or getting married count as familiarity?"