Lin xinmu's words made Jun zhengtian recall something. He was no longer the handsome and suave Jun zhengtian from twenty years ago. He was fat and old now, while xinmu was still young and beautiful. He was no longer worthy of her.
Jun wantian's face was filled with pain, and then he subconsciously reached out to cover Lin xinmu's eyes.
"Xinmu, don't look. I'm old."
Lin xinmu reached out and pulled down Jun wantian's hand. He looked at him seriously and carefully, then sighed."So it's been so long. Mang Tian, it's been hard on you. I'm sorry for making you suffer."
Although Lin xinmu was in a deep sleep, she still had some senses in her subconsciousness. She could always feel someone calling out to her by her ear. This person was mang Tian, a man who could be so infatuated with her in her lifetime.
Her life was enough.
