I once sacrificed all my strength for one person, cooked porridge for two years, stayed in an empty house for three autumns, and brought full joy to him, but only in exchange for his determination to run to the white moonlight.
When she first met Ginkgo, she thought it was a blessing in the dark, but in the end, it was just a stand-in, and the love was deeply misunderstood.
Two years of tenderness were all in vain, and three years of waiting were turned into ashes. She broke off her love and left on the anniversary, and went to a foreign country, tempering her scars into sharpness, and turning her abject life into glory.
At that time, he regarded his sincerity as a pair of worn-out shoes. From then on, he traveled to the end of the world and regretted it.
When he knelt down with red eyes and tried his best to beg to turn around, she just said indifferently:
The money will be returned to you, and the relationship will be clear.
Even though he later regretted it deeply and fell in love late, she had already reached Nirvana and became light and would never look back.
A broken mirror will never be reunited, and it will be difficult to recover the water that covers it. The mountains and rivers will never meet again, and love and hate will be clear.
