Su Qingyu looked like a homeless child, squatting under a tree with his knees in his arms and watching the people coming and going on the street.
In the vast world, she couldn’t find anyone who could sign her.
The raindrops slipped down the edge of the umbrella and fell into the small puddle in front of her.
The venue for Li Tingchen and Bai Yuanyuan’s engagement was simultaneously broadcast on the huge display on the opposite side.
Ten thousand acres of sakurada, cherry blossoms are in full bloom.
He was dressed in a suit and tie and married a newcomer.
She was lying on the operating table, her life and death unknown.
Su Qingyu looked through the phone address book, her eyes stayed on the remarks of ”mother” for a moment.
Fan Chenxi’s face was all over his mind.
“My family Yuanyuan will definitely live to be a hundred years old. Do you think Yuanyuan is in good health like you?”
“Yuanyuan has been in bad health since she was a child. She finally married someone she liked. You quit this relationship that didn’t belong to you for a long time and make everyone happy, okay?”
There is still a healing mark in the spread palm that has not been pinched.
The nose suddenly became a little sour. My father was lying on the hospital bed. My mother didn’t have her daughter in her heart. The man who once said that he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life was about to have another woman.
She is the only one.
She looked at the airtight rain curtain above her head, thinking to herself that it would be fine if she died.
Fan Chenxi’s slap wiped out the hope of survival that she had finally established.
It takes decades to plant a seed and grow into a big tree, and it only takes a moment to destroy a big tree.
A word from the perpetrator can easily defeat all the efforts of others struggling to get up from the mud.
Su Qingyu realized his pessimistic thoughts and shook his head again and again.
If she wants to live, she has not been able to bring the behind-the-scenes to justice. She cannot die, she must not die.
She wiped her tears indiscriminately.
In the afterglow, she seemed to see a person getting out of the car on the side of the road.
A pair of high-luxury handmade leather shoes walked through the muddy stone road and walked in front of her step by step.
Su Qingyu raised his head hopefully, but his eyes were distressed.