When I was 18, someone told me that you are not alone
But at 20 he left me and I was alone again
When I was 23 years old, he held my hand at a class reunion and said that he had a successful career and wanted me to escape to an ice-free port with him. I refused and said that you should go and be with girls and not let me stop you.
When we were 25 years old, we met in Freezing Port. You took out the wedding ring you had prepared for me and proposed to me. You kissed me softly in the bustling Freezing Port. It seemed that time would no longer pass and you would never leave me again.
Gentle and cheerful attack × poisonous mouth and lack of love
It's more casual. I hope you like it.
The writing style of my first book will be relatively green, please let me know.
Concept: The metaphor of your youth is the knot of my heart