Mimpi Emas Patah นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But now, as I stared at the broken shards of the emerald, I felt as shattered as the gem itself. The emerald, a token of his supposed affection, lay in fragments at my feet, a mirror of the fragments of my own shattered dreams. It was a reminder of what I had lost – the possibility of a future where I was the one Alexander cherished, the one he turned to for comfort and companionship.