Watching the military camp grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, Gu Lingling's tears once again streamed down.
She had never wanted to tell him about this, precisely because she was afraid things would turn out like this, but once she actually said it, she felt a strange sense of steadiness settle inside.
It was like there had always been a sword hanging over her head, and she was afraid it would fall at some unknown moment.
Now it had finally fallen; although she was injured, at least it had fallen, and as for what kind of injury it was, then treat what needed treatment and handle what needed handling.
As for the two of them now, Gu Lingling felt that perhaps cooling down for a while might actually be better.
But why did her heart still hurt so much?
Especially whenever she thought of Yang Yunhai standing on the balcony, lighting one cigarette after another, she felt so uncomfortable she could hardly bear it.
In the end, she had still hurt him.
