But please imagine, where is a man or a woman who finally came to a hotel to check in, but left after only ten minutes?
What's more, when Ling Mufeng came out, his clothes were still neat!
He never touched Ye Zhiqiu!
The iron-like fact immediately defeated Qin Yishu's will.[
Why is he so stupid?
He was stupid and decided that "seeing it is true"?
Why doesn't he have such a little more trust?
Trust Ye Zhiqiu's love for him, trust Ye Zhiqiu never had any relationship with Ling Mufeng?
She loved him, but he cut off their relationship with her own hands!
Anger, regret, and longing make Qin Yishu go crazy.
He clenched his fists and returned to Suite 935 with a tense face.
Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu had lived there, he fell on the bed greedily, trying to find even a trace of her.
Body temperature, fragrance, hair, and her love and tears...
Of course, everything is in vain.
Ye Zhiqiu had already left, and here he was just a passing passerby.
Thinking of his cruel determination to see her "betrayal" and resolutely telling her "breakup", Ye Zhiqiu's heart was tolerant and collapsed, and he was tightened.
It turns out... I have never forgotten her, never!
Love is even more regretful.
I regret that he did so many wrong things so stupidly!
It's been two months, and it's been two months since I broke up.
Ye Zhiqiu, who had divorced and left a foreign land, had broken off contact with everything in the past, had long been helpless.
How could Ye Zhiqiu, who loved him sincerely, survive those most difficult years?
Gradually grasping the bed sheet, Qin Yishu locked his body and was eaten away by endless pain...—[
Thursday afternoon.
Tomorrow is the 100th anniversary party, and all walks of life are on the stage.