"Me, what's wrong with me, huh, it's all you men, always fickle. When you haven't got someone, you make grand promises, but once you do, you start finding fault here and there. I've put in so much effort, but why does it always end in tragedy for me?"
At this moment, Meng Jiayi was filled with confusion. He didn't understand why things turned out this way, why he faced such a life. This wasn't supposed to be his life. Meng Jiayi felt terribly unlucky. From his perspective, every time he sincerely gave his all, he only got callousness in return. He always felt that men were very passionate at first, caring and accommodating, but then things would change.
"Sigh..."
Su Xuan helplessly shook his head, feeling a bit sad. He took a sip of coffee and looked at Meng Jiayi with resignation, speaking softly.
