บท 181: At the very least, you have to let him know.

As she said this, tears fell…

Tan Qing reached out and wiped her tears with her fingers. She sighed." Then don't cry, you idiot.""

She didn't know why, but at this moment, she actually didn't want to break free from him. Her tears flowed freely, as if she could no longer stop or pretend.

Yes, she also wanted to know why. Why did she have to fall in love with that bastard Mo Nianchen? Why was she always bewitched by the beauty of the moment? Why did she always let herself fall into pain over and over again?

If she didn't like him, she wouldn't feel the pain. No matter how much she was tortured, she would only feel pain in her body. Her heart would definitely not hurt as much as it did now.