Why do we always dwell on the past and miss our first lover?
I obviously love you from the bottom of my heart, but I can't open my mouth to say seriously: "Let's be together!"
Is the encounter due to sex or love? We talked sweetly and had fun every night, but in the end we turned around sadly and were separated at the end of the world.
Thank you for coming to me, smiling at me, holding my hand…
Love is like a typhoon passing by, being robbed inside and outside! Loneliness is a wordless song!
I saw the news about gay wives a few days ago, and I felt heavy. I will mention it a little bit in this article. I wish my lover happiness!
This is a multi-character romance novel, and many reminiscences will be used in the article...
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