A woman who is true to her feelings

The corners of Cha Qing Luo's mouth moved. When she wanted to laugh, the tears in her eyes could not help but flow out.

She felt that her heart wasn't strong enough to take it!

She already couldn't take it when Nan jiateng was shot.

She felt really nervous and scared, but she wasn't a delicate person. She couldn't cry, but her nose was sore, and she couldn't control her eyes.

In the past few hours, she felt that time had passed very, very slowly. In the past, when she stayed up late, she felt that time had passed so quickly. Why did time pass so slowly now?

It was so slow that she was counting her heartbeats one by one. She muttered Nan jiateng's name silently. She didn't know how many times she had counted and repeated it.

Cha Qing Luo didn't move. She just sat on the chair, bent down, and buried her head in her hands.