She Was Suffering in the Eighteen Levels of Hell (1)
"You can't blame others.
"Because it was approved by me back then.
" Now that things have changed, you should not have made such a choice back then."
Sister Hong didn't want to say anything more. She left a few words in a stern voice and left.
On the floor, Gu Lijun, who had lost her argument, sat there paralyzed. She looked at the gorgeous master bedroom and was speechless.
She sat there for a long time.
After that, she stood up with the help of the wall and walked to the windowsill with weak legs.
Outside the window was a colorful garden.
Spring was being painted with a pen of Ma Liang, its graceful, charming, and colorful.
She used to be the girl who loved spring the most.
It was because the land was green in spring, and the colors were delicious.