"When I was seventeen, my parents passed away." She was not sad at all, but seemed to be very happy. "Wangshu, I love you, this is the last time." Wangshu is her light, her big sun. "Wang Shu, let's break up." She cried for a long time that day. She couldn't bear it, she couldn't let go, but he didn't love her. A cold-blooded man who is allergic to women is infatuated with roses
Intention: There is always someone who will love you, sooner or later