"You marry her, what am I supposed to do?"
After their parents passed away, they were like two little hedgehogs curled up and shivering in the cold winter, only having each other.
They carefully maintained their distance, warming each other.
Scenes of their time together appeared frame by frame.
Piecing together the brief moments of her life.
She bewilderedly realized, apart from Roland, her life was surprisingly thin.
Tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks, she lifted the knife again.
She skillfully sliced through, cutting the tender meat.
Her knife skills had always been excellent, but today they were so precise it was astonishing.
She was slightly taken aback.
Could this be the compensation from the God?
It's rumored that those who are disappointed in love always get compensation in other areas.
As she was in a daze, a gentle voice whispered beside her ear.
"You like him?"
