Weiyang----Infatuated Love Sinks

"Teng Yuling, I only ask you one question, have you ever loved me? Even just a little bit? For a moment?" She humbly grabbed his sleeve and stared at the man in front of her who loved her to the core. A tear fell from her almost empty eye socket, hit his sleeve and disappeared, leaving nothing behind. "Qin Weiyang, I don't understand. When did I give you such an illusion?" Teng Yuling shook her off coldly and left without any hesitation. It will always be this ruthless and cold figure. She is the one who is left behind and abandoned. It has always been her. "Wei Yang is in very bad condition. He has massive bleeding in his lungs and many scars on his body. The preliminary diagnosis is that he was raped and then violently assaulted. The meridian in his left hand is broken. What is going on? How could it be like this?" As he spoke, his eyes swept over everyone waiting outside the operating room. In an almost invisible corner, far away from the crowd, stood a man. His meticulous white shirt was already stained with blood, and his angular hair was a lot rougher. He stood there far away, the cigarette butt in his hand had long been burned out, but he didn't notice it at all. He just stood there motionless, blending into the darkness. "Jian Ziche, you must have understood my past. I can't afford to play around with it. I can't afford to mess with it." He gently pulled her over, naturally and gently held her in his arms, and wrapped her in his coat. He said gently and distressedly, "Okay, then we won't play or toss." This is a story about love and being loved. If love is a woman's soul and love is a woman's flesh and blood, then Qin Weiyang crushed her love to pieces, crushed her love and melted it into other people's bodies. She used her most unforgettable love to make one of the two men who didn't understand love regret it, and the other regretted it for the rest of his life. If your love is not over, I love Weiyang. Then can we finally hold my son's hand and grow old together with him?