Half of our poems are like the end of a bad chapter.
A doormat, a good girl x a bastard, a scumbag.
He understands that I will never trust anyone again, and I understand that he cannot settle down with anyone. So he secretly looked at me, and I secretly looked at him.
Weibo: Suanlu?
[The next book is finished and sold. The addiction hurts. The preheating will be posted on Weibo. Happy reading.
Intention: This ending is not worthy of our first encounter
