It seemed very beautiful.
And after that, he asked her if she was willing to be his girlfriend or not.
The person she was at that time was really very happy.
She was young and felt that she would definitely be able to live with him until they were old together, that she would definitely be able to marry him and be his wife.
Xia Qingwei closed her eyes, and a tear flowed into her hair from their corner.
But later on, everything changed.
Xia Qingwei frowned and tried her best to get rid of the images in her brain.
The images that had tortured her her whole life.
Her hand pressed on her chest forcefully. It was very painful inside.
Xia Qingwei opened her eyes, and her chest was so stuffy and painful that she could not breathe.
Rubbing her chest, she sat up and took deep breaths a few times, then she got down from the bed to take out her violin.
Resting it on her shoulder, she instinctively played Flying Insects.
