In a person's room, there is only oneself.
On lonely nights, what I fear most is the light. When everyone turns off all the lights, my heart is left with its own sorrow.
Just when Zhang Zhentian was ready, wanting to travel abroad with his wife, she realized that some things are really not as simple as she had imagined.
Some things cannot be achieved simply by one's wishful thinking. If I repeatedly use this way to try to keep the people around me, then what is the meaning of my existence in this world?
Even if I truly give my heart to him, so what? The result I get time and again is nothing but heartbreaking pain. No matter how much we do for him, to what extent we go, in his eyes everything is just a trivial matter. He simply does not hold it deep in his heart.
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