Love You More Than Myself

Her hands were sweaty, and the thin yellow card accidentally slipped to the ground. She was not wearing glasses, and she almost lost the exact direction of the key in a daze, so she had to lean down to look for it. Her long hair fell down, blocking her sight. She raised her hand and put it behind her ear. At that moment, her breathing suddenly became a little rapid. She could only hear someone shouting on the stairs nearby: "Dong Xiangying..." The lazy sunshine in the afternoon fell from the ventilation window, and the golden halo was lined with colorful vortexes one after another, like soap bubbles blown by a child, colorful. There is a touch of dust floating slowly in the middle of the whirlpool, interlocking and staying together. Her eyes were stung, and she felt dizzy. She couldn't help but take a few steps back. However, from the strong brilliance, a person stood up and walked closer step by step. His outline gradually became clearer... Fu Jingcheng... How could it be him? She couldn't help but take a few steps back until she reached the door, with no way to retreat. … However, the tragedy of this drama is that he traveled thousands of miles to find her, not for love, but out of necessity. She knew it clearly, but she couldn't help but deceive herself... Intention: