深秋夜露

Lan Shu's hands finally started to tremble a little, and the last glimmer of hope in her eyes disappeared. Just go away, just pretend I haven't seen you before. You have your way, and I have mine. How is ungratefulness any different from an animal? Yuchen has died long ago. You are no longer the Yuchen you were before. Don’t call me Shuer in the future....