When he was about to graduate, Xiao Luo finally understood the feeling of bitter-sweet, the bitter-sweet taste. Four years of college finally yielded a good result. Xiao Luo, who liked to be active rather than quiet, gave up the opportunity to go to graduate school without taking the exam and got an offer from a big company, which was considered to have achieved his wish. To her dismay, her boyfriend Feng broke up with her. Reason? Xiao Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly. . . Feng said that his parents are both university professors and he is also a straight doctor, so it is impossible to marry a "little man". . . . Xiao Luo said silently, then we will. . . Let's break up!
Maple, you won't understand. If my parents were also university professors, if I could have enough food and clothing, how could I be willing to give up on you? But, I'm not. My parents are no longer alive, and I don't want to live under someone else's roof, even if it's your family.
The night dew was cold, and Xiao Luo sat alone on the steps of the Buddhist temple in his hometown and cried. How this strong girl managed to get into the nationally-famous B University in this remote town, and how she stood out among the many experts in B University, only this frail little girl knew in her heart. Xiao Luo looked up at the stars in the sky. Hometown is better, the stars are so bright. It is said that when a star blinks at you, it is a deceased relative looking at you. Xiao Luo looked carefully. Which vegetable is the star of his parents?
A dazzling meteor glides by and seems to fall near the Buddhist hall? Just as Xiao Luo was about to turn around and take a look, the entire Buddhist hall became extremely mysterious. Xiao Luo felt dizzy. . . . .
是呀,难道那个男人才是皓轩的爹吗? 很好奇当年他的娘亲为什么会狠心离开他们父子俩,快揭谜底吧。