Weixiao wandered on the overpass in despair.
"It turns out that all this is my own wishful thinking. The person Feiyang likes is not me." Looking at the boundless sea, she cried, crying for her failure and crying for not being able to have the person she likes. Tears are like broken pearls falling into the sea.
When she was on the verge of suicide, she understood that her life and everything she had were given by her elderly father...
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