Rourou smiled and jumped into Wen Hao's arms, the two of them were inseparable.
Compared to the intense affection between them, Ali seemed much more reserved.
She wore a long dress and walked briskly away from that luxurious apartment. Standing at the entrance of the community, she couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down her face.
This was the result.
For women like her, this is always the result.
No such thing as true love, no destined Prince Charming.
She suddenly lowered her head and opened her bag. Inside was a note, a note Wen Hao once left when he made breakfast for her. She used to fantasize about something, but now looking at that note was simply ironic.
Ironically unbearable.
She thought, it's not like she just met Wen Hao, so why did he suddenly treat her so well?!
Could she have not seen through this society yet?
In the world of men, women like her are never deemed worthy of love.
