Back then, when I was young and energetic, I boasted in Haikou: I love you, I can give you my life. In the end, he left without any dignity.
We met again after a long absence. Although he was well-dressed, I could see the bloodthirsty desire under his skin at a glance.
"If, and I mean if, I was different..."
"That's easy, I'm willing to marry you in the underworld."
The next day,
"Brother, if you don't have enough, you can just tell me directly. There is no need to provoke me so much."
"... Go away"
My friend watched the two people fall in love and kill each other, persuaded, coaxed, and refused, and finally looked at the two people kissing passionately at the wedding.
"... Nm, what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid?"
