Give up hope! Wen Nuan.
Don't be stubborn anymore, don't harbor any illusions!
Lift your head, squint slightly at the sky. The sunset dyed the clouds red; the old day will always pass. In tomorrow's sunrise, she should be reborn.
"Nuannuan." Waiting for Wen Nuan to pull back her gaze, Tan Qing softly called her.
Wen Nuan looked up, a bittersweet smile: "Tan Qing."
Her nose tingled with sourness, almost making her fall, but thankfully Tan Qing caught her in time. Seeing his pale face, he asked, "You look so pale, what on earth is going on with you two?"
"Stay with me to eat something, okay?"
Wen Nuan looked at the dessert shop, unable to tear away her eyes. She wanted to walk in by herself, but her legs went weak, her tears were forcefully held back, her chest swelling with painful discomfort.
