
Don't Love Me. I Love You.
别爱我。我爱你。
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 2k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 6y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
1Chapters
944Clicks per chapter
3Comments
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How can I not comment on the article written by Xiaojiu? Sorry, something unexpected happened yesterday and I didn't finish writing. Xiaojiu posted the URL in the KouKou group, and as soon as I opened the web page, I was attracted by the topic. There is nothing wrong with that. I was indeed attracted. Well, this topic combines the appetizing nature of mainland dramas, the ruthlessness of Taiwanese dramas, the sensationalism of Hong Kong dramas, the beauty of Japanese dramas, the sadness of Korean dramas, and the suspense of American dramas! Finally, it ends with the fantasy of a Thai drama. [By the way, did I sound a little wordy... Look up at the sky...] In fact, in the end, I finally understood the relationship between the characters in it. Happiness is followed by pain. This sentence is still very classic. I once saw my cousin drunk and crying her heart out. After questioning her, I learned that she was broken up in love. That person, my sister loved for 5 years, but finally betrayed her. Silence, I started to be silent from that night. Love, why is it so beautiful? My sister said love is like a piece of chocolate. Very nice packaging, but unpacked. Probably dark chocolate, bitter. Maybe it's the wine-filled chocolate, which makes people intoxicated. It may also be sweet and milky. No one can predict it. The night before I started junior high school, I received a photo. My sister eventually went abroad, got married, and had a daughter and a son. I can see that my sister is very happy now. I joked, sister, you finally found your piece of chocolate. My sister is very happy and smiles sweetly. There is chocolate for everyone. Love cannot be forced. I hope Xiaojiu can find his own unique skill, skill and strength. PS: This comment is dedicated to Xiaojiu, and to all people who are hurt and obsessed with love. I hope Qiao, Ke and Li will always be sweet.
How can I not comment on the article written by Xiaojiu? Xiaojiu posted the URL in the KouKou group, and as soon as I opened the web page, I was attracted by the topic. There is nothing wrong with that. I was indeed attracted. Well, this topic combines the appetizing nature of mainland dramas, the ruthlessness of Taiwanese dramas, the sensationalism of Hong Kong dramas, the beauty of Japanese dramas, the sadness of Korean dramas, and the suspense of American dramas! Finally, it ends with the fantasy of a Thai drama. [By the way, did I sound a little wordy... Look up at the sky...] In fact, in the end, I finally understood the relationship between the characters in it. Happiness is followed by pain. This sentence is still very classic. I once saw my cousin drunk and crying her heart out. After questioning her, I learned that she was broken up in love. That person, my sister loved for 5 years, but finally betrayed her. Silence, I started to be silent from that night. Love, why is it so beautiful? My sister said love is like a piece of chocolate. Very nice packaging, but unpacked. Probably dark chocolate, bitter. Maybe it's the wine-filled chocolate, which makes people intoxicated. It may also be sweet and milky. No one can predict it. The night before I started junior high school, I received a photo. My sister eventually went abroad, got married, and had a daughter and a son. I can see that my sister is very happy now. Joke, sister, you finally found your piece of chocolate. My sister is very happy and smiles sweetly.
In fact, I want to say that mature men are better... At least better than those who are so naive that they need to pretend to be innocent and innocent to look up to... But, although there are few mature men, there is not only that one person, so please step out of the shadow of being hurt for the sake of those who really care about you!