When Love No Longer Exists

When my mom was critically ill, my boyfriend was in Iceland, watching the northern lights with his first love. I called him in tears, but he coldly tossed out a sentence: "Stop acting. I'm tired of it." I casually threw the engagement ring into the trash can and moved out of our house. Later, I heard that Mr. Hampton from Los Angeles went mad, searching every hospital just to find a medical report.

Oleh dumo