"I was living a good life, before I met you." Cheng Gui lowered his head and choked slightly. He prides himself on not being a man who likes to cry, but at this moment, huge sorrow surged into his heart, making him unable to bear it, and tears welled up in his eyes. Cheng Gui leaned against the wall silently, his head buried in his knees, his shoulders shaking constantly. He cried, howling like a child in front of Jiang Zihao.
"I love a fool. This fool taught me courage and taught me love. I once thought about what I would become and what kind of life I would live if I had not met him, but fortunately, I did not miss him, I did not lose him, I retained him."