"Wushuang, I hope you can be happy, and even more, I hope you can put everything aside and think only for yourself. I would rather you be selfish, rather you be willful, than have you suffer grievances."
Wushuang stared blankly at him, watching him turn and leave.
In the room, only she was left alone.
Her eyes began to gather mist, pulling over the blanket, Wushuang tightly covered her face, unable to hold back her low sobs any longer.
After that night, Ouyang Che never appeared again.
Wushuang started dating a man every day; they were all kind to her, even respectful.
They were all talented.
No matter who it was, they were suitable for marriage.
But none of them were Ouyang Che, the one she loved...
The thought of marrying and having children with any of them was something Wushuang could not accept.
The words Ouyang Che spoke when he left that day lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.
Could she really endure being intimate with another man?
