From beginning to end, this seems to be just her story.
When she fell in love with him, she couldn't even imagine what he looked like.
When she broke her heart for him, he didn't know there was still her in this world.
She came to him. There is no romantic relationship, no oath of love. She was delivering her love silently, but she didn't know if he understood.
It was finally parting, too hasty to say goodbye. She didn't even have time to ask why, or whether he had ever loved her at all...
This is the love of an ancient woman.
A quiet solo dance.
His existence no longer seemed important. What she loved was the dream in her heart, her god with light.
A lifetime of infatuation is like a colorful rain of flowers. Falling flowers are everywhere, beautiful and ecstatic. But from beginning to end, it only belonged to her.
So beautiful, so lonely...
Falling flowers, beautiful and lonely
This article was written on a whim in high school. At that time, I was listening to the storytelling "The Yang Family's Magic Gun" and I was very sad about Li Yurong in it, so I took advantage of the excitement and wrote this article, making this woman who passed by in the storytelling become the protagonist of my article. Although I can't change her fate, at least I can make her love so lingeringly and shine so beautifully.
I accidentally found this article the day before yesterday, so I moved it up, not for anything else, but to commemorate the happy days and innocent years I once lived, and to leave something behind from them.
Now it seems that the writing style is a bit childish, haha, just for everyone to laugh.
Conception: