Mimi was extremely depressed. Why did nothing good happen every time she met him? She glanced at Ning Haoye who was sleeping soundly. She was full of complaints and had no place to vent her complaints. Unexpectedly, her eyes, which were obviously filled with hatred, would be misinterpreted by Yu'er as an affectionate gaze. Oh my God, I couldn't wash it away no matter how hard I washed it!
She obviously hates him so much, why does she feel sad when she sees him so close to her? Listening to the strong heavy metal music in her ears, every symbol seems to hit the bottom of her heart, causing bursts of pain. . .
Perhaps, in the past, I liked him. After so many things, I realized that some things and people are not mine and will not belong to him after all. . .