C132 My Fiancée Is You?

There was no hope or dawn left for her, only despair and grief.

It was as if she had lost her pillar of support. She was so funny that she could not say a word.

After a while, she seemed to have grasped onto a life-saving straw. She hurriedly said, "No, that's not right. . . Even if the fire was not you. . . But. .