She was tired. In that greed and persistence towards Sheng Jianan, all her patience and resilience were exhausted, and she didn't want to go through it again.
Sheng Jianan had her in his heart, but wasn't there still someone else in his heart too?
As for love, she didn't want it anymore, especially when it was an incomplete love.
The events from three years ago surged in like a tide: Mr. Sheng's accident, her mother's tragic death, the Tang Family's cruelty, the Sheng Family's indifference. Experiencing these things once in a lifetime was more than enough.
Su Anle lay down in her clothes, curling up into a ball. The dawn was breaking, the sky turning pale, and a slight sound came from the door lock.
Su Anle hadn't slept, and her back tensed involuntarily at the faint noise.
