C1003 You Can't like Him

The sea breeze was salty, and when it blew into his eyes, it made him cry like an onion.

Tan Yutian tilted her head. The bitterness in her heart was like the ocean — it was as though she was swimming in the same place, "Hwa Muyan …"

She unconsciously read out the name, murmuring it under her breath. There was a bit of infatuation mixed with pain