A small online game allowed her to make many friends, but in the end she could only helplessly watch them leave one by one. She looked through the chat records, and page after page recorded their transformation from stranger to familiarity, and finally back to stranger again. All of this was nothing more than an eternity of mountains and rivers after glory faded, like wrinkled white paper, and the traces that slowly flattened out were shallow memories that could not be erased...
It was also in the game that she met him, the person who accompanied her all the way. She clearly loved him deeply but couldn't be together because of different cities and different experiences. She wanted to love but dared not love, and wanted to separate but couldn't bear it. She knew that all this was illusion and bubble. She also knew that she had fallen into a love that should not exist, and in the end, love must be parting.
I don't want to leave you, but I hate myself, such impossible love makes me feel like I'm using you to deceive you.
You smoothed the waves between your lips like a mirror, but you couldn't bear the turbulent parting.
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PS: Ignore the introduction of this article by Zou Zou - the overall style of the article is light-hearted, try to be as funny as possible (what? Too cold? Cold humor is also humor!), This is my first time writing a book! I hope everyone will support me~