The door was opened by someone, and then slammed shut.
Sheng Qingxue saw the figure disappear from the doorway, her lips trembling, and finally realized she didn't know when she started crying.
She just discovered she liked him, but why is he like this...
Why, before she knew she liked him, was he so good, so good.
Now, she finally wants to face this affection, to burn the past and start anew, but what he gives her is only endless coldness?
Is it because... she likes him, so she desires too much, and now feels he's no longer good?
Drip drop, tears slid down her face, a sharp pain she had never felt before, as if her heart was dying with sadness.
Sheng Qingxue bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked at the blood-red roses on the bedspread, quietly blooming.
It just bloomed and had already died.
The beginning she wanted turned out to be the end...
But over the years, she slowly accepted him, liked him bit by bit, liked him more and more, how can her heart suddenly pause?
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