"Wen Wuya, don't love me, don't hate me, just forget about me."
Wen Wuya stared at the painting in front of him, which showed a bright and beautiful woman.
Sang Zijin, you who smile beautifully, you who are ice-snow and smart, you who are cunning and cunning, you who are cold and ruthless, tell me, how can I forget? How can I forget?
Qingqing Zijin is so long in my heart, but for the sake of you, I still ponder it.