Ouyang's hand encircled Tian Feifei's waist in the morning.

"You think too much about how Ouyang Xing loved Yang Die at the beginning. Maybe Ouyang Xing is really busy about this.

"I know, I know."

Tian Feifei nodded.'But, Ouyang tomorrow morning, don't you think the most unreliable thing in the world is love?'

Someone who heard this remark reached out and lifted Tian Feifei's chin.

Tian Feifei looked up and saw someone's face sinking slightly, and her heart was crying bitterly.

"Ouyang Tomorrow morning, I do not mean that between you and me, we must be everlasting, we must always be together, you are so good to me, I have...