Six years ago, a powerful man sat on the sofa, narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, and sneered: "Go away, don't appear in front of me in the future."
——Now, "Wanwan, don't leave, okay?" He regretted it. If he had known that her leaving would make him suffer heart-wrenching pain every night, he should not have let her leave him in the first place.
Ouyang Wan, you are my disaster and my life. —Gu Lingxuan