Kiji

[Old-school girl × modern gentleman | Marriage first, love later | Slow heat] She wanted Dink, and he said adoption. Why don't you want children? She answered, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. Why does he love her? He answered, but not entirely truthfully. So be it, happy cooperation. She understood the difficulty he might be in, but she didn't care. She understood his pain and loneliness, but she didn't care. But does she really not care? She said she didn't care until later, but did she really care about it later? … She picked up the pen to switch languages and tapped the ancient books with her fingertips. The old paper was turned over page by page, and finally turned into something brand new, understood, old wine in a new bottle - one side is peaceful, the other side is love and hate, and the other side is mixed. She doesn't understand him, but she understands him. He understands her, but he doesn't understand her. Beneath the seemingly calm water there are turbulent waves. The seemingly turbulent waves are actually undercurrents. Love and control, affection in the heartless, heartlessness in the affection. The story is very slow, but it hides a lot. It was obviously turbulent, but still calm. It was obviously calm, but still turbulent. The unknown prescription, the decay visible at a glance. The so-called internal cultivation is actually hypocritical. The so-called repression is indeed repression.