She came to a stop at the doorstep of a bridal shop. There was a huge, beautiful photograph hanging in the window, and she could recognize the people in it. It was a new one in replacement to the old one which had faded. So was her faded scarlet heart. Who would believe in forever love?
To think that he had declared he would love Xia Yixuan till his death. He fell in love with another within one year.
Chu Lui, oh, Chu Lui. With her hands on the icy glass, her fingertips were so cold—her mouth a bitter taste.
Besides Xia Yixuan, he could also be kind to another woman. The cruelty was only reserved for her. Love and cruelty could be this distinctive.
She turned away. The woman in the photograph smiled blissfully; she appeared to be happier than Xia Yixuan, not to mention Xia Ruoxin.
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