Fu Mengjie woke up with fright.
Everything in her dream was still very clear. Fu Mengjie's tears were out of control and began to pour out. Fu Mengjie suppressed it at first, and then she cried when she thought that it was a hotel and she was alone.
How could she not care? How could she not care? This was her first love. She was 18 years old and did not understand human relationships. She met him at 19, the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was petite and adorable. In everyone's eyes, she was a perfect couple. He doted on her and she loved him. She used to be narrow-minded. He was cold too. But there was always someone who could not resist the temptation to surrender first, and then a new couple after a separation. And the love between a man and a concubine was even better than in
