I Will Only Write About My Preferences for the Rest of My Life

With a burning desire to share, she once held all her preferences in front of him, But he only gave her a silent response, and even half a reply became a luxury. She looked at the half-point of fireworks in his writing, and at the blurry warblers and swallows beside him, I finally realized that I was never an exception, just a dispensable pastime for him. When her love was extinguished by cold water again and again, she personally brought an end to the relationship, ended it politely, turned around and rushed to her own future, never looking back. It wasn't until she disappeared completely that the once careless man panicked. Throw away all the ambiguity, stand in front of her and beg with red eyes, humble to the dust. But she just smiled faintly, with no trace of emotion in her eyes: "Belated preference, I no longer care about it." Her pen had written all the joy for him; For the rest of my life, I will only write about my preference, but never write a word for him again.