Book Description
With a slap on her face and a passionate love, she flew into his embrace like a moth to the flame.A few days of gentleness, a few days of tenderness, he left her line of sight without a trace of nostalgia.When that man left mercilessly, she only pursed her lips to give herself a mocking smile. A man was like a floating cloud; if he was a god, then he was like a floating cloud. If he left, then he would leave, and he would just pretend to have recruited a duck.But she never expected herself to be pregnant. He painstakingly gave birth to a child and raised it. In the end, he chose to open his mouth and asked, "Is there really such a good thing?"