[Micro-group portraits of all women] [Essentially a collection of OCs] [There are two pairs of CPs] [The writing is average] [The logic cannot withstand scrutiny] [Write wherever you think]
Most people who come and go in this world are ordinary people.
Meetings are careless, separation is ordinary, love and hate have their own places, joys and sorrows are ordinary.
Fate comes and goes for no reason, and the road ahead is unpredictable. If it is destined, then don't recognize it.
They are scattered in the sea of people, each with scars and weaknesses. They were just strangers passing by each other at first, but in countless moments of intertwined fates, they took in each other and relied on each other.
Everyone is moving forward along the established trajectory,
Only they,
When no one is noticing,
Slowly walked out of the road that does not belong to others.
Intention: new life