C258 The People Who Had Gone Came Back

Why do we end up like this, over and over again, because we don't love, because we can trample on it?

Looking at him, his black eyes were like a bottomless abyss. What he saw was endless darkness.

All he could see was desolation and ridicule.

I couldn't help but laugh. I looked at him and sneered.

He looked at me with his deep eyes and lowered his head to kiss me