"Wan-Er, why are you so stupid …" Mu Ya was still mumbling to the protruding grave.
But Long Yueling just smiled.
Was he stupid?
In fact, the Li Wanniang was the smartest on this matter.
Everyone has different meanings, wants to defend different things, and naturally makes different choices. In the Li Wanniang's heart, the most important thing was the relationship between them, as well as Mu Ya's opinion of her. If she didn't choose to use this method to end this love painting, it would be hard to guarantee that in the long years to come, this unbearable stain would not become a reason for their mutual complaints.
The scar had been healed, and the pain had been forgotten, as had the world. A person's life is too long, no one can always maintain the alarm clock of an old story. Most of the time, the most painful things passed and the deepest feelings faded away. Other than "life" and "death", nothing else in this world was eternal.