"Matters of the heart cannot be forced. I don't need you to do anything to prove yourself, nor do I need your gaze to stay fixed on me."
The wind was quite strong by the riverbank deep at night.
Autumn Johnson just felt her brain spinning more heavily, she cried until she was choked up, "Even if I'm willing to die for you, you can't try to like me?"
"Where are you?"
"Lan Singh, I surrender, I give up... don't ignore me, please?"
Deep at night, drunk, she was speaking in a drunken tone.
William Guillen was worried that she might do something extreme, and continued to ask, "Fluffy, where are you?"
"William Guillen, you'll probably never know the taste of unrequited love."
At this moment, Autumn Johnson felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, the pain spreading through all her limbs.
She felt like she had been thrown into an abyss, unable to save herself, only able to keep falling until she was completely broken.
