Love to Xia Lu was like dementia that had lasted for more than ten years. It was in the palm of her hand, but it was wobbly and she didn't know how to grasp it. Finally, it hurt her bones when she lost it, and she vowed to pursue it. God is unfair again. Xia Luzheng held on to love, but had to experience the most profound pain.
Finally, Xia Lu couldn't bear it anymore.
"If fate is endless, then I will put an end to it."