Chen Yu heard that sound more than once, the sound of a helpless insect trapped in a small glass bottle, its wings vibrating. Subtle but lingering, Chen Yu felt that he was just like that weak insect, knowing that there was no exit but still trying to find a way out.
If the truth is deception, will you still choose to embrace the truth? Zhao Mu's smile, the tears in the corners of Zhao Mu's eyes, and his careful concern have long been deeply imprinted in my heart, haven't they? If I had to choose between the truth and you, which side should I choose? Chen Yu tried hard to suppress the sound in his ears.
Because I believe, I love you. I hope you will accompany me towards the so-called truth.