He looked at her and said almost word for word.

Lin Qianqian didn't talk. Her face must be swollen. The pain was too much for her to touch.

"Lin Qianqian, why don't you say that?"

"Ouyang tomorrow morning, what can I say? In fact, you have already convicted me in the early morning. What else can I say? I have nothing to say."

Lin Qianqian retreated a few steps, then looked up at the morning of Ouyang, and glittering tears fell drop by drop.

"Tomorrow morning, we were good for so many years. We used to be loving and loving. We used to open our hearts to each other. Tomorrow...