"Wang Zegu, by imprisoning me here, aren't you afraid that your political career will be stained?" Lin Qingyin said this lightly, neither salty nor light, neither angry nor angry.
"Qingyin, I love you."
"Wang Zegu, this is not love. You are just unwilling. You just want perfection. However, there is no perfection in this world. It is perfect in life and empty in death. It is perfect in death and empty in life." Lin Qingyin's eyes were full of indifference.
"Yes, how can this world be perfect? All I want is you." Wang Zeyu's face was no longer as clear as before, but full of gloom.
Lin Qingyin looked at Wang Zegu, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and the corners of her eyes were moist: "Wang Zegu, is it really me you are begging for?" Before Wang Zegu could answer, Lin Qingyin still shook her head with a smile: "It was never me you begged for." As soon as the words fell, the tears in the corners of Lin Qingyin's eyes spread to the apex of Wang Zegu's heart.
Intention: I love you, and it never needs a worldly reason, but being together is full of worldly challenges.