Her shoulders were shaking from crying, and her whole body was pink, with the back of her neck and butterfly bones being even more beautiful.

She kept biting her lips and crying, her pretty face, her inky black hair hitting her snow-white neck, her rippling eyes full of tears.

Su Ze was born delicate and beautiful, and since childhood he has been like the handsome little prince in a fairy tale.

She's prettier when she cries.

When she cries, the tip of her nose turns red, the corners of her eyes are stained red, and her beautiful, rippling eyes filled with tears make people feel pity for her.

Looks fragile and broken.

One look at him made him want to cry all the time.

The scene of that day was still vivid in his mind, and Su Ze only knew that Ji Hanjun was a devil.

"Aze, you are mine, I will love you forever."

"Azawa..."

"Aze, tell me you love me, love me very much."

Ji Hanjun was crazy and paranoid, his voice was sexy and hoarse, full of pleading.

"Just treat it as a way to coax me and tell me you love me."

I love you m, he didn't want to say it, didn't want to be led by the nose.

But he had no strength to resist, and he could not beat Ji Hanjun.

So we can only passively bear it.

For crazy people, they want to hear sweet words from their loved ones.

Whether true or false, whether voluntary.

But for them it is nothing but self-deception. Forcing others to say love, is that really love?

Deceiving oneself.

Vulnerable.

He didn't understand the world of a madman, let alone what was going on deep inside Ji Hanjun's heart.

The coexistence of possessiveness and the desire for control, in the name of love, will only push people to a dead end.