It's just that the matchmaker's red thread was tied too lightly, which made you let go of my hand.
Our love is a gentle tug-of-war that is too sensitive.
Two timid and sensitive souls turned their love into secret thoughts and looked at each other from afar with full love. The two-way heartbeat is hidden in countless trials and dodges, and the lips and teeth are filled with joy and silence, and he stops talking. Tested frequently and retreated repeatedly. Obviously they are going in both directions, and their eyes are full of each other, but they are trapped in worries and cannot let go, and they only habitually hang their indifference on the surface. We carry a burning love, but we all pretend to be calm and gentle in such a tacit understanding, wandering repeatedly on the ambiguous boundary, touching cautiously, and then withdrawing hastily.
After embracing each other, they couldn't get over each other's sensitivity and nagging.
The delicate nature of the heart can lead to unreasonable estrangement, and the delicate and sensitive nature shows tenderness for the first time, but in the end it is impossible to retain them, and they can only leave silently. After that, every time they met, their eyes met, but they always avoided each other tacitly at the same time. Thousands of words were all sunk in the eyes, leaving only speechless words. Even opening one's mouth to speak was a luxury. This green love is so hot that we are too young to resist it, so we can only let it run through our youth and burn through our hearts.
Fortunately, after many twists and turns, fate finally settled down again.
As we fade away from childhood and grow up, we are finally willing to shed all the pretense, no longer second-guessing our thoughts, and learn to face everything bravely and open our soft hearts. The love that was hidden in the past is fully revealed, and there is no need to rack your brains to test it anymore. The preference that was once hidden in the eyes and dared not be expressed is finally revealed here.
Purpose: This book is a tribute to my past
