He Zhilin is a difficult child to raise.
When I tell her I love her, she will come up with 359 different reasons to fill the purpose of this love, and one is that she never believes in the reality of this love.
I say it two, three, five, six or even hundreds of times, but I'm afraid it won't grow into a big tree in her world.
It will only sprout into grass roots and be cut over and over again by sanitation workers.
My verbal expression, physical expression, and all the ways to give her a sense of security are like loose soil without glue.
Can't stick to her heart.
My eyes are full of fatigue.
Why is it so tiring to love someone?
I begged her hard, "Cry out."
"Cry and soothe my painful heart."
Let the heart that has long been distressed to death by her repeated torture, let it start beating again.
Maybe she really felt that I loved her.
So I cried so loudly that I couldn't stop crying and couldn't breathe. I wanted to cry my whole heart to pieces before I stopped.
She cried and kept repeating her misunderstanding, "Don't hate me."
Her repetitions cut my flesh hard.
I think my life is going smoothly, but I still can't help but ask God for mercy.
I also asked greedily twice.
Once upon a time, I asked He Zhilin to love me.
Once I asked He Zhi to find out that Lin's illness had subsided.
But what I ask for is not this kind of love, not the kind of love that tortures her until she neither cries nor laughs.
Notes for reading:
Not first person
On the surface, love comes first, but on the inside, there is a two-way secret love
The male protagonist has extremely low self-esteem｜Surface warmth and perfectionism
The heroine has a deformed secret love and is violent | A gentle and confused wife on the surface
Ignorance｜Don't be particular about it
Motto: Don't confuse love with hate
