Mu Jiangzi could never tell what kind of relationship she had with He Zhenliang.
The beginning was sloppy, and getting along was unclear, like fragile flowers in a greenhouse.
She once thought that people who have loved many people know how to love best, and she can enjoy mature preference.
But later I realized that all his thoughtful romance, travel, sense of ritual, records and planning were all left to his ex.
When it came to her, all that was left was a perfunctory "It's up to you."
No gifts, no plans, no saved photos.
He told her over and over again that of all his lovers, she was the best.
But the comparison was vivid in her mind, how could she dare to believe it.
Disappointment piles up beyond the limit of tolerance, love is exhausted, and that's it.
Intention: May we all have the courage to break up when we need to