The most unrealistic words are 'if'. Any sentence with 'if' becomes empty talk.
Like a mirage, an illusion.
Everything has long been decided, an unchangeable fact.
Time can only move forward; no one can go back four years.
Wanxia still maintained that lazy demeanor, she was smiling, but the smile seemed to be veiled in a haze, distant and vague.
"Since it's deserved, don't mention 'whether I was right or wrong' to me anymore. It's pointless and senseless."
The complex and indistinct emotions in Gu Shaozhi's depths were completely hidden away, his handsome face showing a semblance of a gentle smile, the pain in his heart unobserved by anyone.
He freed a hand to reach for the passenger seat, ruffling Wanxia's hair, his voice warm and indulgent, "Alright, I'll mention it in the future."
Once blood stains a hand, peace is elusive for life.
Regardless of the reason, it cannot be washed away.
But Wanwan, how could I bear to let you live in hell…
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Weekend.
