Love is not a trade, nor compassion... It is a kind of life-threatening lingering full of sour, sweet, bitter, and anxious expectations.

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Song Mina bit her lip dead, grabbed the quilt and tightened her hand. She looked at Longyaochen and tried to hold back her tears and said, "Chen Shao, I'm just drunk, you're on me, I'm not on you..." Song Mina put her face down, bit her lip, shed tears on her cheeks, gritted her teeth and then said, "You go... Just when I am, when I am... She did not go on, but choked between her throats.

Longyaochen looked at Song Mina coldly. Even though the pear...