But now things have all been said, she is still dead, where there is a little harmony as before. "Moxilin, because I don't love you anymore." Tang poetry said quietly.

"squeak --"

an emergency brake, the white sports car stopped at the side of the road, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

"what do you say?" Mu Xilin turned to look at her, "you say it again!"

"I said, I don't love you," the quiet and slow voice of Tang poetry seemed to tell an unimportant thing. "Muxilin, do you think if I love you deeply, I won't go to you when I wake up? Won't...