A lifetime of affectionate love cannot buy the stability of the city for a day. No matter whether it is the end of life and death, or the end of love without love, nothing can stop her despair - leaving decisively. The coldness of human feelings and the poison spreading in her bones always reminded her that no matter how sincere the love was, it would be worth noting that she would never see her again.
His words: "I don't care about you anymore!" Added the last bit of despair to this dying woman.
Has the loneliness that seeps into her blood become her lifelong nourishment?