If she could she would rather disappear from the world at this moment.
Du Linglan didn't reach out to wipe the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes. She just let them trickled down one by one, soaking into her hair that had already been wet with sweat.
There was a pain between her legs that was tore. It was nothing compared to her previous injuries. However, this pain reminded her repeatedly of what stupid things have been done.
Obviously... she knew that the man next to her didn't love her, but she still voluntarily sent herself to his door, became the substitute of the beautiful woman, and lingering with him for a night.
It was funny, but she couldn't smile.
In particular, just when the side passion heat blazed, his two thin lips actually called out the name of another woman.
Her heart was very uncomfortable and so painful as if someone had twisted it alive then disdainfully threw to the ground as if it was beneath contempt.
It turned out that she had been in love for more than ten years, everything was her own obsessive delusion.
The light outside the window gradually brightened. She knew that the man who had been drunk last night and played madly was sure to get up on time, so she gently unwrapped his strong arm around her waist and propped up her body that was so soft that couldn't move at all. Picked up the clothes scattered all over the place and put them on then left without turning back.
Perhaps, all of these should stop.
This blind love that forever couldn't be returned and couldn't get a response should end with her own hands.