I never thought that I would see Zhang Qingyang again, and I never thought that I would still be involved with him even after three years.
When we met again on the street, I was stunned for a moment, lowered my head and prepared to leave. When we were about to pass each other, my hand was held by him.
I thought the way he looked at me must be filled with countless hatred, but when I looked up, I found that the way he looked at me was full of love, as if he had just met me for the first time.
Later I asked him if he hated me, and he said, "I hate you, but I hate myself more." ''
Demining; slight abuse, occasional first-person perspective, the heroine's life experience is not very good and there is a prototype, the first time I write a novel, the writing is not very good, please be gentle.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day