Yan Huan hugged his phone and kissed it. However, she realized that there was nothing to be happy about. What was the point of chatting for the rest of her life? In the future, if the other party had a family and children, it would be impossible for them to chat with her for the rest of their lives.
Dreams could be plentiful, but reality was always too harsh.
She bit her red lips hard, almost biting herself in pain. This pain made her somewhat rational, but it also made her more greedy.
She put the phone on her forehead and smashed it hard.
It hurt and woke her up, but she still wanted to say it.
She put the phone on her lap and typed a line of words carefully.
“You can’t have a girlfriend, you can’t get married, you have to stay with me...”
