The Bamboo Horse in Online Games Is Stronger Than the Tiger

I finished reading it in one afternoon! The characters of the male and female protagonists are so similar that they are afraid of losing each other, so they didn't break the window. They are not worried about being childhood sweethearts at all, but I am almost dying of anxiety 😂 Several times I wanted to turn into a head-butting maniac: "You two, give me a hug!" "Kiss me, Kiss her hard!!"🙈I also don't really like the heroine's attitude towards relationships. After her ex-boyfriend got married, he played with her feelings, which led to the main character coming back from abroad to confront the heroine, who was still in high school at the time, in front of a bunch of classmates, and sprayed her all over her body. Then a few years later, my ex-boyfriend got back and the heroine actually went to dinner with her ex-boyfriend and even tried to get back together with her, my god! 🙄🙄Anyway, I really disliked my ex-boyfriend, so the episode was skipped directly. Finally, there are too few descriptions of sweet love and emotional drama, but it is worth watching. Keep up the good work, author! 🥰🥰

This book reminded me of an experience I had with my girlfriend. We also met in the game, from strangers to familiarity, and then to dependence on each other. The male and female protagonists in the book work hand in hand in the game. This kind of tacit understanding and trust is really enviable. Moreover, I felt that the game scenes described in the book were very real and made me feel as if I was immersed in them. I recommend this book to those who believe in true love, and maybe they can find their own happiness in the game.

Yan Ange thought of the most beautiful love poem and murmured. Su Moliang listened carefully. It was "That Day" by Cangyang Gyatso. "At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but just to wait for your arrival; On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard your mantra of chanting sutras; In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips; That year, I bowed my head and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to stay close to your warmth; in that life, I walked around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way. "

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