"Don't leave, okay?" I looked condescendingly at the nine-foot-tall man in front of me, who was now kneeling on the ground begging me. A knife was inserted in my heart, but I couldn't be soft-hearted, so I threw his hand away and left resolutely.
Three years later, he appeared in front of me as my fiancé. I looked up at him. He exuded a courage I had never seen before, as if the person who was kneeling on the ground begging me was not him. He stretched out his hand, gently lifted my chin, looked at me with extremely gentle eyes, and said to me, "Qingcheng, I'm back..."
At this point, they began a life of "falling in love and killing each other"...