"If love is like a web made of spider silk, there is no way to break free and no way to escape."
"What if, what if I am in it."
Shen Yan's dark brown eyes as bright as glass only looked at her.
"West Lake, what if I were in it?"
But she fluttered her sleeves and left, leaving behind only the broken glass lamp and the sound of a faint sound.
The glazed pupils faded, and the flowers withered.
"I know, I've always known."
"You love him, and he loves you too. For me, there is nothing but hatred."