"I can marry you," Luo Sheng said, lowering his head and looking at the woman sitting behind the curtain.
"It's like I begged you." An Hong chuckled and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "I have loved you for so many years, and I want you to marry me just to destroy your family? Am I rare? Luo Sheng? Huh? I have to be you?"
I'm so tired. I've liked you since elementary school. Now I'm almost thirty years old. Luo Sheng, even if your heart is made of stone, it should be softened by me. Are you used to me not fighting or grabbing? You are used to me standing behind you silently, so you think I'm pretending, you think I'm unscrupulous, you think the tears I shed are fake, my hysterical yelling is fake, and even the words I say I love you are fake. The mountains and rivers in this world are not as good as dreams, and neither are you.