"You haven't wronged me, you're all very good, it's just that this kind of goodness isn't what I want. Brother Ling Kong, we never started, so it doesn't matter if we end, let's just leave it at that!" Jun Yiyi felt a little sad, but since it was just her first taste of romance, it wasn't very deep, so she could easily let go.
Ji Lingkong felt as if his heart was pierced by a sharp sword, bleeding, both pathetic and powerless.
She really spoke lightly, saying that since there was no beginning, the end didn't matter.
Was there really no beginning? I had long fallen into the web of love, yet you were never on the same wavelength.
For ten years, I loved her, patiently waiting for her to grow, thinking it would lead to a sweet blossom and fruit, but she turned out to be a dandelion, flying away after blooming, unwilling to stay in my palm.
More pitiful was how light her feelings for him were, so light that even saying goodbye was done so casually.
This casualness truly stabbed him.
