In the rainy alley in the 27th year of the Republic of China, she held the cracked general jar and heard the sound of rain hitting the bluestone, which was very similar to his footsteps when he turned around that year.
She was a young lady raised in a deep house. She only met him a few times in her life, but she guarded the broken porcelain at the bottom of the jar her whole life.
Others said she was crazy, holding a broken jar and refusing to let go. Only she knew that what was hidden in the jar was her unspoken "I do" and the moonlight that can never be returned in troubled times.
Her life began with the moment she met him and the confession she couldn't say.
(The copywriting is from the perspective of the heroine. The man didn't know how to write it at the time, and he doesn't want to change it now)
(I just wrote it out of sheer interest. Don't delve into the logic. Don't scold the characters. Of course, you can scold me.)
(If you don't like it, you can just swipe it away. Thanks for stopping. The same applies to other articles)
Intention: Perhaps not being able to love is the normal state of life.