(Disclaimer: This article is about a heroine. The heroine in it may be a little scumbag. I won't go into details. Please read with caution)
Love is like that fragrant and strong wine, mellow and alluring, but if you don't pay attention, it will make people lose their way and become dizzy in the intoxication. With such emotion, he stood up and walked to the study room, gently turned on the computer, and wandered around the online world out of boredom.
The Internet is a free world full of fantasy.
Here, people are connected to each other, seemingly close at hand, but in fact they seem to be separated by an invisible but solid thick wall. Without the disguise of a mask, he on this side of the computer would never be able to see what kind of soul was jumping on the other side. Maybe what was laughing and cursing wantonly behind the screen was just an unknown being like a mysterious creature.
In this vast ocean of the Internet, the websites he browses the most are still those websites full of *. I still remember that when he was young, the handwritten "*" was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, causing ripples on countless quiet nights, causing him to toss and turn, and consume a lot of youthful rice in his youthfulness and impulsiveness.
