ye liangqiu's teary eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, and she was wearing a clean bathrobe.
really, she wanted to be an angel. she wanted to be an angel. she wanted to be a slut. she was a slut.
and all her acting skills, except for the big screen, had been used on him.
he stared at her delicate and lovely appearance with a cold gaze.
but she still stood there, unmoved.
he did not retreat, nor did he take a step forward.
She was waiting, waiting for him to come over.
he did not know how torturous it was for her to know that he was alive.
she knew that he was lying in the hospital, that he was alive, and even that his life and death were unknown, but she pretended not to feel anything. all of this was for his self-esteem, for the sake of his painstaking arrangements.
An LAN, I'm not made of steel. I don't blame you, I don't blame you, and I don't have the right to do this.
