(My mother spent one billion to let me inherit the family business, and I turned around and ran towards the future: the sober idealistic young lady × the humble and money-worshipping innocent little pitiful one)
I once thought that youth was a grand elopement.
Escape from my controlling mother and run towards the boy who looked so beautiful in the sunshine one afternoon that it broke my heart. I love him, pity him, and use my money to carefully water his poor self-esteem. He loves me, looks up to me, and uses his innocence to weave a dream for me to escape reality. We fell in love, made vows, and tacitly broke them.
It's just an unspoken dance drama about rescue and exploitation.
Years later, I became famous and he got what he wanted. Our vigorous epic has faded into the plot of two selfish ghosts.
Even so, we could never meet anyone who loves us better than each other.
——Yes, I am willing to admit that what I love is just the courage that I have repeatedly wiped and plated with gold, and used to fight against the whole world. It is my shining soul, and it is us—our finally sound personality.
Purpose: Good socialist young people are positive and good-spirited