Three years ago, her family had gone through an upheaval. She had experienced her boyfriend's betrayal, her father's abandonment, and she'd fallen from the status as the richest socialite to being everyone's laughing stock. Through life's pressures, she stepped forward bravely and steadily, but in her heart, she could not accept nor understand it.
She was clearly the innocent one.
Three years ago, she was only 18 years old, a child who had not yet grown up.
As she wept, the man in front of her squatted down. He curled his rough fingers and gently scraped the tears on her face with the pads of his fingers. "Don't cry, those who don't want you will not come back even if you keep crying."
"..." Ning Qing raised her head. This man was beyond terrible at comforting people!
