100 Roses
by Liu Ye
About This Novel
Missing you at night is a kind of sweet sorrow, endless missing you is a kind of bitter expectation, missing you is a kind of happy sorrow, missing you is a kind of beautiful yearning! Once upon a time I read this sentence, "You become lonely because you miss someone, and you become gentle because you love someone." Fortunately, you can make me think when I am lonely, and you can make me gentle when I am gentle. Missing you is an inadvertent moment, secretly growing and spreading in my heart. It's like an invisible net tightening my heart, and I have no way to escape in the net. I miss you, watching my fingers jumping lonely on the keyboard, beating my flying thoughts, letting the care surge in my heart, turning into repeated ups and downs and lonely notes floating in the air.
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