Shen Yu died. He died in the year when he chased Nangongchi until midsummer. That midsummer was just like midsummer, bright and bright, scorching hot, and cold and suffocating.
Coincidentally, Chen Ziqi also successfully confessed his love. It can be said that in the midsummer of that year, everyone except one unrelated person got what he wanted.
Shen Yu looked at herself in the mirror and was lost in thought. Once upon a time, she had been gorgeous and bright, but now she was decadent and tired. She understood. After all, who could not understand? After all, it was only her silly fantasy from beginning to end, and she was kept in the dark.
I have a crush on someone who has a crush on me, and the person I thought had a crush on me is not.
It turns out that from beginning to end, what I thought was what I thought.
God is so cruel, adding a trace of light that is difficult to see into my already dark and chaotic world, but I still see it, like a chain, leading me out of the darkness and towards the temptation of another abyss.
I maintained my position cautiously, bowed and nodded in a low breath, in order to keep you. In the end, when I thought I could let you go and pursue another happiness, I discovered that it was not my happiness, but someone else's. I could never catch it, and I didn't deserve it.
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