The water dripped along the hair and gradually formed a line; some also ran along the forehead, between the eyebrows, and then slid down the high bridge of the nose, falling on the floor drop by drop, and finally formed a stream of water. The sound of dripping water sounded peaceful, but it could not wash away the depression in his heart.
"I will tell Xiaoling that you already know this... The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. Please stop looking for her, Mr. Chu."
How could he stop looking for her?
Conception: