Happiness was within reach, yet she stubbornly refused to extend her hand, unwilling to release herself.
The shadows of childhood and the injuries endured during growth transformed into deep scars etched on her heart and engraved upon her soul.
A person's sorrow does not lie in whether they are always heartbroken on ordinary days, but in those unknown times, in the hidden corners, whenever she unwittingly recalls certain things, she is heart-wrenchingly pained.
I don't cry, but that doesn't mean I don't hurt.
Because the tears flow in the heart.
The sorrow remains unknown.
...
A pure, snow-white figure suddenly descended from the tree, the man exuding an elegant and genteel air.
The sound of his landing startled the two people under the eaves.
Dong Huiying looked towards the man and was momentarily startled, then she rose with a smile and said, "I have something to do, I'll be leaving first." She didn't want to be a third wheel here.
