In front of the artificial lake on campus, Lin Xuanfei stood alone on the shore, gazing into the distance.
The wind rose, and the calm surface of the lake was rippled.
Willow strands gently brushed her beautiful cheeks, softly sweeping over her delicate shoulders. In the distance, lotus flowers swayed, and two beautiful koi fish were playfully frolicking.
Even the fish had companions, while she stood there utterly alone.
At this thought, a bitter smile couldn't help but form on Lin Xuanfei's lips. She gently removed the jade pendant hanging from her neck, as crystal-clear tears uncontrollably spilled from her eyes.
Out of the eighty thousand characters in the language, love is the most hurtful!
At that moment, Zhao Yi ran over like a man possessed.
When he saw the goddess he longed for day and night, now full of sorrow for Li Chen, his already deeply wounded heart throbbed with sharp pain.
