She was not from this era, but she was caught in this tragedy.
God had mercy on her. She was not a person in this deep palace. She was the brightest star on the grassland, but she resolutely stepped into the most glorious cage for the heart that would never be there.
The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you;
The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you but you don't know that I love you, but when we know we love each other but can't be together;
The farthest distance in the world is not when we know we love each other but can't be together, but when we obviously can't resist missing you but still have to pretend not to care about you at all;
The farthest distance in the world is not when you are obviously unable to resist this kind of longing but still have to deliberately pretend that you are not in your heart at all, but when facing the person who loves you, you dig an insurmountable ditch with an indifferent heart.
At the end, I discovered that love is wrong and hate is wrong. What else do we have between love and hate?
It's just a mistake. Wrong. Wrong