Gu Qianmou stood so quietly and looked at the little woman crying so sadly in the corner. He thought she was strong. Originally, she would cry so hard, and she would have such a sad moment.

His heart was tightly pulled up. He wished he could hold her in his arms without fear, feel her heartache and accompany her to hell. But the person she wanted was not him. He had never been so jealous of someone. He was jealous of someone who could make her cry for him, because that proved how important the other person was to her, not like him. Love has withered before it blossoms.

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