Su Xiaoying was pressed under his body, and her ears were filled with his deep murmurs. He told her again and again that he loved her.
The butterfly feather lightly trembled. Su Xiaoying gently closed her eyes, and hot tears quietly slid down from the corner of her eyes. Then, they sank into her hair and quickly disappeared.
She had loved Yu for ten years. What she had been chasing after, and what she longed for, was his love.
What the world was curious about was also what it would be like if he, Feng Sinan, fell in love with a woman.
His love was burning like fireworks.
But, it was too late.
His love had come too late, too late.
He and she could not go back.
Feng Sinan’s fingers were interlocked with hers. His soft thin lips rolled around on her delicate little face, kissing her non-stop.
This was the girl he loved the most. He let go of her hand and let her leave his side.
