And she couldn't find any reason to blame others.
In the end, it was because he didn't love her that she couldn't grasp his heart.
Her heart ached terribly, and after walking a few steps, Qin Jiaran felt she couldn't hold on and squatted down.
Her face was pale, her teeth tightly clenched, as she struggled to endure, yet tears still slipped from her eyes.
Everyone had found their own happiness, no one was immersed in pain forever.
Only she had taken the wrong path from the start and had not found relief until now.
What should she do?
What could she do?
She still couldn't bear to leave Fu Lingfeng just like that.
That man was the demon in her heart, one she could never let go of in this lifetime.
After a while, she finally realized the pain in her palm. Qin Jiaran loosened her tight fingers to see a striking crimson blood in her palm.
Turns out, she had already lost control to this extent.
