My father doesn't love me, and my mother is not here. When she was young and ignorant, Shen Wanqing was already mature and steady. She felt sorry for her sister Shen Wanyan, but she didn't know that she felt sorry for herself. Qin Qing thought, no one loves you, then I will do it.
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Qin Qing looked at the tombstone in front of him in disbelief. Unable to calm down his turbulent heart for a long time, Qin Qing pursed his lips, and two lines of clear tears ran down his cheeks and fell into the dust. From then on, there was a gravekeeper Shen Qing beside Shen Wanqing's tombstone, and there was one less Qin Qing in the world.
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Shen Wanqing said with a cold face: "You are just a small chess piece of the Shen family. I treat you as nothing more than a master-servant relationship."
... How can there be such love in the world? Qin Qing thought.
There are only two shackles that Shen Wanqing can't let go of, one is her close relative Shen Wanyan, and the other is her beloved Qin Qing.
... Uselessness is the depth of love. Shen Wanqing was lying on the bed sickly and thinking to herself.
Soon, her haggard face suddenly became happy, because she saw the blurry Qin Qing, stretched out her hand, as if there was light in her eyes, as if touching someone's cheek, and whispered: "I'm sorry... I'm..."
There is one less person in the world who loves Qin Qing.
How can there be such love in the world? It is useless but deep love...