Zhao Xiaoyue doesn't usually use the phone.
Zhao Xiaoyue stared at the tombstone. "Did Brother Tao say what it was about?"
"No, he just said he had something to ask you, but he didn't say what it was. He just asked when we were going back."
"Okay, I understand."
The cabin on the hillside was cleaned very well, just as it was when Uncle Pu was still there.
Zhao Xiaoyue went back after circling around a few times.
It's not really sad, because I had that dream, so there wasn't anything sad about it.
What is poison to you is honey to someone else.
I didn't understand it before, and I still don't understand it now, but there are so many incomprehensible things in this world, so one more or one less doesn't matter.
She, for example, simply cannot understand women who would die for a worthless man.
Why stay with a man who is utterly useless? Note the emphasis on "utterly useless"!
He's no good in bed, no good outside of bed, no good at his career, and no good at interpersonal relationships.
She just wanted to ask, what does a woman gain from staying with someone like that?
And what about those men who abuse me a thousand times but still treat me like their first love? What are you after?
How quickly did this man kneel down and apologize?
If this happened to Zhao Xiaoyue, anyone who dared to treat her like that would be beaten half to death, or at least taught them why the sky is blue and blood is red!
But she really didn't understand people like her master who were head over heels in love. The earth would keep turning no matter who left.
What's the use of a man? He's only good for providing sperm.
Sigh, all I can say is that in her past life, Zhao Xiaoyue didn't even have anyone to provide her with sperm.
That's fucking tragic!
Zhao Xiaoyue went to the Cheetah Club with all sorts of random thoughts on her mind.
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