C495 Handsome

She had washed this white dress for a long time, but she still hadn't completely washed off the red wine. Anger welled up in her heart as she threw it into the trash can.

No matter how he washed it, there would always be traces of it.

It was just like what happened in the past. No matter how much he forgot, there would still be some remnant.

It would be better to throw it away once and for all