Xiao Lanlan, this is the last time I call you that.
Why, I love you so much, why in the end, I still cannot compare to Bing Xin in your heart.
Why, in your heart it is clear that Han is just a substitute for Bing Xin, right?
In your heart, am I not even a substitute for Bing Xin?
Cold, cold, cold
Everything is cold, little brother is hers, you are hers, Xiu is also hers, and now even Mother Darling and the others are partial to her,
So who am I?
Am I just superfluous?
Do you know that my heart is bleeding?
Astringent and painful. . . . . .