In fact, I don't know what's wrong with me, I love him.
I really like him.
But I didn't like him at first. It was his sweet words that coaxed me, teased me, praised me, sugar-coated bullets, and I was coaxed into an embryo.
My friends say I lack love.
I asked, what is lack of love?
My friend said nothing.
I said, I like him. But I am afraid of him. I am afraid that we will not reach the end. I am afraid that fruitless love is an abyss, a quagmire, and a shadow that I will not be able to get out of for several years or even a lifetime.
Loving someone will make you sink to the dust. I think I am dust, a fleeting meteor, and an inconspicuous grass.
PS: The story of the heroine and the second hero
Intention: Love is more valuable
