In this world of ice and snow, it felt like self-punishment. What couldn't be forgiven in the end, was myself!
Gu Shaocheng stood at the door, gazing at the increasing snow, his hand clutching his chest. The pain there was unbearable, as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart. Eight words echoed in his mind: we will meet no more, never to see each other again.
He too felt extremely agitated. The butler approached him with a coat, silently placing it around his shoulders.
"Sir, it's cold outside, let's go inside."
He seemed not to hear, pausing before he uttered, "The cold one is not me, it's her."
My men said, she had been kneeling in the cemetery for hours, not moving at all.
Why would she punish herself?
It wasn't her fault!
It could only be said that it was a cruel twist of fate!
"Butler, what kind of girl do you think Chenxing is?"
