"Yes! It's all old history, even things from a past life." Sheng Ning sighed softly, her voice barely audible, as the image of Meng Ping from her previous life could no longer overlap with the one in front of her.
Sometimes fate is truly strange. What you cling to tightly in your hand, you eventually lose. And when you've given up, grown weary, and despairing, no longer wanting it, it's exactly then that you can't shake it off or throw it away.
In her past life, she was like this with Meng Ping, and in this life, she is like this with Xu Qigang as well.
Sheng Ning rested her chin on one hand, her eyelids drooping. Her thick, curled eyelashes, like little fans, concealed the emotions in her eyes. Looking back now, she felt she was truly foolish. When it comes to love, she gave her all, wholeheartedly, without complaints or regrets. She would not relent unless she hit her head against the wall until it bled.
But it really wasn't necessary; she should learn to let go.
