Yu Keqing lowered her thick, dark eyelashes, infinite sadness flowed through her eyes, and her clear eyes were like countless broken stars.
She seemed to have lost her soul, sitting on the bed sluggishly, the soft light flashing in circles in her eyes...
As expected, he was completely desperate for her. Even when he saw her fainting in the rain, he had no reaction.
But who can be blamed for all this? Can you tell whose fault it is?
Is it Lin Han's fault? Is it her fault? None of them are right, it's God's arrangement that is wrong.
God likes to play tricks on people so much that they torture each other and fall in love with each other again and again.
He is getting married and becoming someone else's husband. How should she face this?
A sky without clouds is still a sky, but a cloud without a sky is no longer a cloud.
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The servant came downstairs with a dinner plate in hand. Yu An took a look and saw that there was not much porridge in the bowl, and felt sad.
"What? Keqing doesn't want to eat?".
"Well, sir, the lady always says she has no appetite."
Yu An waved his hand and walked up to the second floor to Yu Keqing's room.
Yu Keqing was standing on the balcony. She had been sick and had a fever since she came back from the rain that day.
My spirit is always in a trance, and I always look like I am in ecstasy. I want to cry but have no tears, and I want to laugh without hope.
After a few days, I didn't eat as much food as any pet...
Yu An looked at the woman's thinning figure and felt extremely sad.
Yu An came to her side, patted her shoulder gently, and said in a concerned tone, "Ke Qing, it's windy here, go back to the room."
Yu Keqing turned around and looked at her father, her mouth raised a thin arc with difficulty, but no smile appeared.
"The room is too stuffy. I want to come out for some air."
Yu An took a deep look at his daughter, feeling sad in his heart and deep pain in his eyes.
My daughter was once so bright and charming, as beautiful as a flower. When anyone saw her, they would feel as if they were seeing a fairy.
But now, it's just today, and I feel haggard, like a flower covered with frost in winter, unable to recover.
The eyes that were once full of sparkle were now so dull and dim.
The white face is covered with haggardness and sadness, and those traces of sorrow always overflow in the face, like the old wrinkles on the face of an old man, which cannot be wiped away no matter what.