The story begins. We all think that the other person is our destiny.
We are so in love and I show off to my friends how happy I am now
But all this is like a bubble, ethereal. I am immersed in Wen Shunian's carefully arranged dream, sinking and obsessed.
The sky was covered with snow. Wen Shunian helped me zip up my down jacket. I couldn't see any flaw in his loving eyes. The young man's ears turned red and he said, "I must marry you."
He changed so quickly. Maybe it was all fake from beginning to end.
But after all, I couldn't stand my one-way dedication in the relationship. How ridiculous. I jumped into the trap of love willingly, but in the end I was hurt to the point where I just wanted to escape.
It turned out that I was the only one saying the vows I made, and only I remember them.
Looking back, I discovered that one day I could actually say goodbye to him calmly, but I still couldn't help but miss him. But because I felt more relaxed because of his departure, I understood the meaning of farewell.
Our fate seemed to end at a certain moment on a certain day without any warning or preamble, and unknown to everyone.
Intention: Love yourself