"Do you love me?" The man said softly, holding the person in his arms.
"I love you, but is it useful?" The man in his arms sneered and mocked.
"Can't we go back to the past?" The man seemed to want to retain the person in his arms.
"Let me go, we can't go back to the past." The man in his arms seemed to be discouraged, and his eyes were dim.
"Really?" The man suddenly became furious and threw the person in his arms on the cold floor. The person in his arms didn't cry or yell, as if it really didn't matter.
In the early stage, it is cruel, heart-breaking, and heart-breaking. In the middle, the memories are sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. In the later stage, it is especially sweet, so sweet, so sweet, so damning.
Domineering, ruthless, possessive and aggressive? Gentle, considerate and considerate of others.
Motto: Love is never late.