
I've Been Waiting for You for a Long Time
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That night was deep and hazy, and the young man looked at the girl beside him, frowning slightly, "It's very late, why don't you go home?" She raised her head, her eyes already soaked with tears, "I won't go back, because I'm afraid of being lonely." That year, he said the next sentence coolly, and she waited for four years. When they met again, he was as clean as water when he was young, but she had already lost the smile she had before. He stood in front of her with a smile on his face, but she could only run away with tears in her eyes. Finally, he couldn't resist the anger in his heart and yelled at her in the deep alley, "Ji Lianghen, how long are you going to keep pretending?" [Hold me into your arms at dawn* I'll wait for you in my youth]
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Official(3)Scraped 1mo ago
If I were that woman, I would dare to recognize Lin Shengge. If we did, everyone would be happy, and Zhou Muxi would live a relatively better life. It doesn't have to be like this. That's what I think.
In fact, the content is okay, but the heroine is too entangled. Cheng Muxi treats her so well. . . It's such a pity. I think I should continue writing and write a different ending.
If the heroine could boldly express her feelings, would the ending of the story be different? It's a pity... There is no if, not all love is perfect, in comparison, this kind of love is more worthy of recall and commemoration.
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Official(3)Scraped 1mo ago
If I were that woman, I would dare to recognize Lin Shengge. If we did, everyone would be happy, and Zhou Muxi would live a relatively better life. It doesn't have to be like this. That's what I think.
In fact, the content is okay, but the heroine is too entangled. Cheng Muxi treats her so well. . . It's such a pity. I think I should continue writing and write a different ending.
If the heroine could boldly express her feelings, would the ending of the story be different? It's a pity... There is no if, not all love is perfect, in comparison, this kind of love is more worthy of recall and commemoration.







