There are always some people who are like this. They are filled with joy when they meet someone, thinking that they are destined to meet someone, but they are destined to pass him by. There are always things like this. You have thousands of things you thought, but the ending just gives you an impossible one. They talked about everything at first, but later they had nothing to say. When they were face to face, it seemed like they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. There was once a smile that appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart that I could not swim in. The sound of the river also became the chicken soup I used to reminisce about it every day and every night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
