Qiao Siyi's expressionless face finally broke with a trace of sadness, slowly coloring her delicate brows and eyes.
Like a cloud of gloom, overshadowing the sunlight.
On her exquisite and beautiful face, aside from sadness and despair, there was only bitterness and mockery, "Dreams, will never be again."
Her voice choked out from her throat.
"How can there be none? As long as you don't give up, all your dreams will come true."
"No, never, I am already like this. As long as I think about my future life, I will have to face my disabled self every moment of the day, facing the fact that I only have one leg, I wish I were dead."
Luo Haofeng's eyes tightened, and he said sternly, "Qiao Siyi, you've always been so strong, why are you giving up on yourself now? There are so many imperfect people in the world, haven't they all continued to live?"
"President, what if it were you?"
Qiao Siyi looked sadly at Luo Haofeng, asking this question lightly, almost unreal.
