He had never obtained it, and perhaps he did not have to endure the pain of losing it. However, it was not an easy thing to silently endure so many years of suffering.
You in green clothes, softly in my heart, for the sake of you, I have been pondering until now...
Lan Xiu raised his head and drank up the wine in his glass. He even swallowed the sour and bitter pain in his throat. In the distance, he did not know which corner, but he could vaguely hear such a familiar melody—
"If this chandelier falls down, perhaps I will no longer exist. Even if you don't love me, you don't need to be separated. If at this moment I have a serious dementia, I don't need to be loved at all. I will always dream in bed and never be sad for the rest of my life..."
Lan Xiu's eyes suddenly heated up.
