If once it was still worth sympathy because of love, then when love begins to be twisted by the darkness inside, love itself becomes nothing more than an excuse for crime.
Love should be the purest and most sacred emotion in this world. If love is hijacked by a twisted heart, then it is no longer love and no longer worthy of cherishing.
Shi Nian felt cold, and hurriedly rubbed her arms with her hands.
In such an August, she felt cold not because the temperature suddenly changed, but because the human heart made her feel chilled.
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Tang Yanqing took Shi Nian out to the tea room. He took two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them into a microwave meal box, and then put them in the microwave. When he took them out, they were two steaming poached eggs.
"Eat something." She didn't miss any subtle little actions of his.
Shi Nian held the convenient fork and lowered her head: "Thank you."
"Mm-hmm," he sat down dissatisfied: "I don't like hearing you say that."
