Xia Tingxuan didn't know if this was called lovesickness. He only knew that he had to rely on 'pretending' to cure this pain. During the day, he was a graceful star, catering to this extremely glamorous society; in the night, there were only him and Lin Luo. He did not need to take into account this society full of public opinion, and he did not need to face this family that filled him with guilt. Curling up in the quilt, he could finally express his love boldly, staring at the photo with tearful eyes, and said to that person, "I love you, I miss you so much..." But what had he given Lin Luo? I'm afraid he doesn't even have a simple smile. No wonder he hates himself so much that he wants to torture himself to death...
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