That day, her wedding dress was like a fire, but there was no warmth between her brows.
She finally got the rights she wanted. She wanted one person to be inferior to ten thousand people.
But why can't she feel happy?
Why did she feel like she had lost something.
She suddenly remembered the man who was looking for her before her wedding.
She said: Shuer, will you come with me?
She said: Why would you rather have this loneliness than go with me?
She said: Shu'er, what's so good about one person being less than ten thousand people?
She said: In this case, is Shuer really happy?
Why was she so sad about her hurt tone.
Why should she be nice to others? She feels like a cat scratching her heart.
Why. . . Will it be like this? ? ?