His dear sister didn't like him.
A low cry sounded in the room, followed by a slow cry. A certain someone was squatting on the ground, hugging himself with both hands, venting all his emotions.
Love was the most hurtful word.
Michelle and Cheng Qian left the hotel and walked side by side in the garden. They were silent for a long time and didn't say anything, as if they were waiting for the other to say something.
Cheng Qian put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky. The blue of the sky was reflected in his eyes. He sighed and said lightly,""Michelle, I like you."
This was his confession, a confession that he had endured for many years. At this moment, he finally said it. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He suddenly felt much more relaxed. After telling him, he didn't seem to have so many thoughts. All those obsessions were because he couldn't have them, and he had never said them.
