Zhuangzi, which was usually full of gloomy atmosphere, suddenly became lively.
But whether it was laughter or the crackling of firecrackers, it felt so far away from her.
Why isn't that person her?
The festive red color on their bodies seems to be mocking her innocence. Once upon a time, all they left her was their backs?
She wanted to reach out and hold him as usual, but she couldn't stretch out her hands. It seemed that a force had bound her hands, making them stiff and unable to move at all.
Therefore, she could only turn her eyes away, as long as she couldn't see it. From tomorrow on, she would still be her, and she would be the future owner of Yujian Villa.
She has no right to act coquettishly.
At that time, she had not thought that this was just the beginning of all tragedies.
Tomorrow may not be tomorrow.