"Let's break up."
I looked into Du Mingjun's eyes and said it. It's a fait accompli.
When I was dragging my luggage and standing in an unfamiliar airport with Fan Tianyang, my heart had lost its sadness.
However, after many years, their fates became intricately intertwined and could no longer be separated.
Finally, when the black-haired young man wrapped me in his wet coat and begged me not to leave with a crying voice for the first time in his life, I was stung by the guilt welling up in my heart.
I thought I never loved him. But maybe, I was wrong.
Conception: