Drunken Spring Breeze

It is said that "white roses are the bright moonlight in front of the bed, and red roses are the cinnabar mole in the heart." But reality told her: you are neither the cinnabar mole nor the white moonlight. He originally only wanted to make up for the damage caused by a car accident, but he got a glimpse of her independent and tenacious edge; he was once trapped in the obsession of the old person, but he was completely addicted to her uniqueness. The gap in family status, the obstruction of the predecessor, and the occurrence of misunderstandings brought this passionate love to an abrupt end. She left decisively and heard nothing from her; he found persistence and never let go. If you have ever questioned whether you are "unique" or "just similar" in love, this story will give you the answer - what I love is not you who is like her, but you who are you!