I spend the most beautiful ten years of my life loving you
To no avail. . No regrets either. .
It's just that I want to spend the next few years leaving you
Love yourself. . . .
You are the existence that I am most afraid of and grateful for
It's also my least favorite love
It's just that your ideals are too fiery
Burning away the stability I only seek in this world
I came across time and space
It just turns into a song of peach blossom water
flow into your heart
Piece: The copywriter is incompetent. Let's just make do with it.
As for the male pig. . Ahem
Is it because my writing is too incompetent and the plot enters too slowly, the fourth prince appears too much, or the fourth prince is too popular. . . .
My other male pig candidate, Fourteen, has not appeared yet! ! Fourth Brother has all kinds of voices! !
What to do! ! I myself feel that the Fourteenth need not appear anymore. Is that true? ! !
Also, how does it feel to be a stepmother? How about writing it as a cup? Ahem. . . . . .