Jiang Ying hugged me, but I didn't push him away.
"Qin Yun, I'm sorry."
I haven't heard your voice for a long time. I miss you so much. I think, I know he really regrets it now. He knows he is sorry for me, but what's the use?
After I lost my child, I experienced heart-piercing pain and cried until I retched in a place where he didn't want to see me. Once these despairs passed, they could never come back again.
I waited in the corner for him to show me his concern, but even this was almost impossible to obtain.
That's right, I don't blame him, I still love him, and I choose to forgive, but I never want to be close to him again. I am still young, I am capable, my life has just begun, and I am only twenty-eight years old now.
The sparse leaves are close to the setting sun, and the world is filled with warm and brilliant gold. Among the fallen leaves gradually falling, word by word, I told Jiang Ying
"I'm sorry, Jiang Ying, I don't want to wait for you anymore."
When the river flows forward, the clouds on the water cannot remain still.
Intention: Times change, people change with time