"Qingwu, qingwu ... My qingwu ..." Han yichu murmured Huang qingwu's name as her heart was in pain.
She was his. She was his. How could he allow her to forget that she belonged to someone else?
He remembered that when he had made qingwu sad in the past, she had said that if he did not treat her well in the future and let her down, she would also make him feel pain.
As expected, she was really cruel to let him be in so much pain.
But what could he do? what could he do? he couldn't even find qingwu now. He couldn't make up for it even if he wanted to.
She had given herself to him last night. Was she already prepared to leave?
He recalled qingwu's reaction and her words last night.
Han yichu couldn't forgive himself, so he kept punching himself in the chest.
The pain in his body couldn't be compared to the pain in his heart.
She was so, so silly. If he couldn't remember, was she really going to give herself to him and then meet him as a stranger?
