Gu Mingyue cried for a long time.
Many people passed her by, looking at her as if she were a monster.
Her voice was completely hoarse from crying, and she dried her tears and stood up from the ground.
Even if life is hard to digest, you have to live it like this.
She felt that besides biting the bullet and continuing, she didn't even have the right to die.
Besides, she felt that no matter how big something happened, she wouldn't die.
Because of her mother's suicide, she learned about the harm that death brings to relatives.
She walked down the street, alone, walking slowly.
Aimlessly, wandering amidst the hurried crowds.
Winter in Shanghai is very cold, damp cold, so cold that even the heart becomes chill.
"Gu Mingyue." In her ears, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded.
Gu Mingyue stopped walking and glanced over.
Her eyes shifted, seeming a bit impatient.
"Mingyue, why are you alone here?" Ouyang Junze asked excitedly.
