"The love here is not just for savoring the ups and downs, not just for making people cry and laugh, not just for recalling the past and present, and not just for letting us see through the helplessness, it's because this is no longer a story, but a life, an attitude, and a perception.
One story is not over yet, another story may have already been staged..."
They are not childhood sweethearts, nor are they well-matched, they are just passers-by in their respective lives, and they are thinking about life. They think about love, but they love each other. It's not that they don't know it, but they know it but can't face it.
The last time they met, it was not because they wanted to be together, but because their commitments were too heavy and someone always needed to bear them.
I have finished writing the whole story for the time being. Of course, I also know that people who read (Smoke) will feel confused. However, the story will continue to unfold in the future. This story was originally written when I was relatively confused. It was just for someone I love to see it, and I always believe that there will be such a day.
Then I will have no regrets writing it.
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