She recounted such heartbreak so calmly, as if she were talking about someone else's story.
"Even at that time, I couldn't believe that my Qin Yao had left..."
My Qin Yao—four years later, those four simple words were already enough to make Qin Yao feel the agony of wanting to live no more.
"Everyone said that you only became my boyfriend at first because I pestered you relentlessly and you felt sorry for me."
"They also said that you actually liked Xiao Rou from the start, and you simply couldn't bear to reject me. But later on, you couldn't bear to reject Xiao Rou either, because she was prettier, gentler, and more outstanding than me. Even in being pitiful, I couldn't compare to her; in the end, I even lost to her when it came to your sympathy..."
"Hmm, my Qin Yao has always been so gentle, never willing to hurt anyone..." Quietly resting her head on her arm, she reminisced about the past like a lost child.
No, it's not like how they said! None of it!
