"Bury the wound in your heart, it will scab one day, won't it?" He knelt on one knee and pulled down her palm. "No way?"

Between tears and dim eyes, Ding Yiyi cried and shook his head. "I can't do it like you, really can't do it."

The conversation broke down, one wanted to leave and the other was reluctant to let go. Both knew that this was not the end, it was just the beginning.

Ye, the front desk was curious to see a teenager walking in, and then the natural rider, VIP elevator, went away.

"Who's that handsome young man?" The front desk was curious and looked in...