A sudden thought caused the drowsiness in a dream. Ayan looked at his withered face, but in his mind he thought about the tears rolling down Ningjin's eyes when the pear trees bloomed like piles of snow. He thought that Ningjin belonged to Lu Fengting after all. Even though a love and hate in the previous life consumed all his energy, he still thought about her in this life, turning it over and over again. This love was as deep as the sea. How could it be that he would tear it apart at his word and break up when he wanted to?
It's so stupid and ridiculous.