The one who loves first loses first, and the one who loves more suffers more.
Lights were everywhere, bright and dazzling. The host took the microphone and asked me seriously: "Master Jin, as we all know, every scene in your design seems to be full of bitterness. Are you a person with a story?"
Have a story? I thought for a while, closed my eyes and the unbearable past came to me one after another.
Wrists slit. Framed. Fake death. Being drugged. Imprisoned. Being aborted. Lifelong infertility. Vegetative state. Robbed of marriage. Forced into marriage...
Since love or no love is hurt, it's better to end it with a knife.
I looked sideways at my fiancé, who had a gentle face, and secretly told myself: Goodbye, Xia Xiyao.
He turned around and glanced at the panic-looking man in the audience, then calmly said to the spotlight: "I'm sorry, I have lost my memory before."
PS: This article is extremely abusive, please don't feel sorry for the tissue paper if you fall into this trap.