Every time she looked at him with cold eyes, she would think about whether what she did was too cruel. Every time she hurt him so hard that she was caught off guard and felt heartbroken, she would always ask: Will the white-haired old man still gnash his teeth with hatred because of his incomprehension of betrayal in the past, and will he regret his insincerity when he was young? Will he? She doesn't know yet, but she has not aged yet, and she still misses that silhouette in the night