"When I met you in the past, things would always go wrong. Later I found out that when I met you, it was a mistake."
Lying on the hanging basket, Su Mu could no longer maintain the strength to confront Si Nanyin. Such warm sunshine shone on Su Mu's body, and Si Nanyin could only see the tortured and unseemly Su Mu's frail body.
"Amu, that's not the case. I really love you, but I don't know how I could cause such a result."
Su Mu almost didn't have the strength to speak, and his eyes were filled with indifference.
"Si Nanyin, you don't love anyone, you only love yourself. By the way, who doesn't love yourself? If you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will kill you. I'm so stupid."
I was so stupid that I forgot to love myself, and all my passion was devoted to Si Nanyin. In the end, she ended up like this. She only had a short twenty-seven years in her life. She was sorry for her sister, her parents, and Qin Huai. She was sorry for everyone, but she fell hard with the one who deserved her most, Si Nanyin.
"Amu, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Seeing Si Nanyin's 185-year-old man kneeling in front of him in panic, Su Mu felt a little sad and a little disgusted.
"You don't have to be like this, Si Nanyin. Your 'I'm sorry' is the cheapest with me, and your 'I love you' with me comes too late and too contemptuously. You won't, ahem, get, ahem, my forgiveness."
Si Nanyin's heart was full of guilt and regret. He no longer wanted forgiveness, he just wanted to do his best to make Su Mu feel better.
"Go away! I don't want to, ahem, don't want to see you."
The gentle sunshine shines on the hematoxylin in the hanging basket, which is comfortable
Intention: so-called love