The Cultivator Who Destroyed His Master and Became Enlightened

I couldn't sleep late at night, and after finishing this chapter, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I just looked through the photo album and saw some happy faces, which made my heart full of throbbing. And placing hope in the future must be self-consolation. No one will come at all, and no one will say, you are very important to me. Just say it once, the one. Maybe I have watched too many TV series and my understanding of beauty is too high. Emm, when I finish writing this second volume, I may meet someone who is as patient and understanding as you who can see me here, as loving as my lovely little fairy sister, as light as all the tenderness and kindness in this small world, as The flowers are half-opened and the wine is slightly tipsy. On days like this, such a person can make people go all out, knowing clearly that this person is the only one in this life. Knowing that without this person, you are nothing and you can't live your original life. Every time this happens, I know it's all bullshit. But I can't help but expect and long for it. Even if there is one in ten thousand, I will be such a lucky person. Or, I am not, I will be that ordinary living being, who will get married and have children normally, or not. In short, I will not be the person I imagined, cute and considerate, looking at her relaxedly, and all the good things will come to her as soon as I reach out, and all the conversations are based on interest. Sleepy, good night, baby.