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"..." Why? Why are you treating me like this? God, why are you so unfair to me? Why did I painstakingly pursue him in exchange for his accusation and dislike? Why didn't big brother Liuchuan ever try to accept me? What am I, exactly, to compare myself to? She … Why did I have to wait from the age of five all the way to the age of twenty? For fifteen years, waiting for his love to come to me, I was willing even to like him a little, but he never felt any pity for me, let alone like me. He never gave me a chance, not even a chance! Why is this unfair to me? It's too cruel to me! "Oh god …"

Meryl held onto the railing, crying out in a low voice, her voice filled with pain. It seemed like the hidden diseases that had been accumulating for many years couldn't find a way out, so he could only drink some bitter water in the dark.

Do you know? Do you know? A few traces of resentment floated past the plain paper, in the hopeless Tian Ya looked up and concentrated …

Mu Mu leaned in the dark. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, causing him to be unable to speak.

Fifteen years of waiting was so long, it was simply unimaginable. So, Meryl wasn't unreasonable when it came to her previous actions.

No one could so magnanimously give up someone they had secretly fallen in love with for fifteen years.

However, there must be something to hate about the poor.

Meryl, you can't hurt anyone because of love.

When a person's likes and hurts others, it is no longer love, but an indirect compulsion. Damages.

However, this kind of love was despair, a secret love, it was the most beautiful and helpless kind of love in the world.

She loved him for fifteen years, and she followed him closely.

And Zoren was his love of thirteen years of watchfulness, never to be abandoned.

Love is terrible and unequal; when neither side is willing, love becomes a torment and a torment.

No matter how much you pay, it doesn't make sense, because love has to interact to make sense.

Likewise, love is beautiful and equal, and is most precious only when the minds of both sides are in one another's presence.

Meryl was still sobbing, but Wood was no longer able to speak. Sometimes, silence was a form of soul comfort.

Therefore, Meryl, it is not wrong to love a person, but it is wrong to choose that person, and not to love oneself.

To love a person is not wrong, what is wrong is to love in the wrong direction.

The seeds of love can only sprout when planted in the right soil, then blossom, and so on.

Mu Mu hid in a corner and stayed silent, waiting for her to finish.

Meryl sipped and sipped, stood up, and dried her eyes.

With the help of the moonlight, as the wooden mast swayed, one could faintly see her white face was covered in crimson tears, and her bright red lips were slightly pale from the biting of her white teeth. It could be seen how much she had endured and been depressed in order to prevent others from hearing her cry.

A few strands of messy hair, tied up. She wiped her face, her tear-stained hands were so slender that they were boneless. Her delicate body was isolated by a single lamp, casting a shadow on the surface of the water. Along with the flowing tide, circles of ripples rippled, causing her body to thin and shatter …

Suddenly, in a rush, she climbed onto the railing and sat on it, looking up at the sky.

Below him was the rolling waves. The crashing sound of water resounded in his ears, causing huge waves to splash out. The sound of the tidewater was "swallowing" … A deep sound, like the meditations of death playing...

This unexpected action of hers gave Mu Mu a fright. He opened his mouth wide, not daring to call out to her.

She was afraid that if she shouted too loudly, she would accidentally startle her and cause her to fall into the sea where no one else was.