She had forced him away with her own hands, but the past had surfaced in front of her. Even a loving smile on his face and a casual hand holding her hand made her heart ache. He was as proud as him, but he was willing to personally cook for her, learn how to make hand-rolled noodles for her, peel wood and pineapple for her, make a big fuss for her for a night of fish soup, return to the fire scene for her, and block her in front of the speeding car. Moreover, he had waited for her for three years, and had looked for her for three years. Wasn't this friendship enough to in him? If he could have such a lover, why would he ask?
The more Dou Ting'er thought about it, the more painful it became. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he became. The more he thought about it, the angri
