"Biyun~" Lin Deng still moved and sat up, but just by sitting, the place he had just covered was exposed, wrapped in white gauze with faint traces of red blood. His gaze darkened, self-esteem suddenly appearing on his face, "I~"
"I thought my leaving would restore your life to how it was before you met me, smooth and easy, but you..." Before the words were finished, tears were already rolling down, hearing is one thing, but seeing the current Lin Deng in person is another.
Jiang Biyun always remembered the many good things about Lin Deng. During their school years, he took her around the entire capital. When he talked about the capital, his proud expression was like a ruler speaking about his territory. Back then, he was so high-spirited, gradually wrapping her heart, getting lost in her own hands.
She would never forget his smile that outshone the August sun. No matter how outrageous the embarrassing things she did, he always calmly comforted her.
