"I think you can give up on me so easily, but you just don't love me deeply enough." The melancholy and deep voice sounded again, and Song Banxia got out of bed. She had not dreamed of him for many years. In fact, maybe he was right. She did not love him deeply enough to give up on him easily back then. In recent years, she was indeed ruthless and thought of him only rarely. She has been an extremely insecure person since she was a child. The love she has seen has always been more heartbreaking than affectionate. When the passion subsides, women will always be worse off than men.
She just sat there until dawn. Without him these years, she was still living well, no, to be precise, living better. She lost the inferiority complex she felt when she was around him. These years, she lived like a proud peacock.