The past is like smoke and cannot be traced
They had known each other since childhood, but they were separated in a hurry without even seeing each other again. He was unwilling to accept it. They will never be the same again when we meet again. Time passes quietly. He has changed, and so has she.
It's all obsession, why should we insist on giving it a try and not want to forget each other. He loves her so much, but he is so proud. He has completely missed the rules of love and danced the wrong steps of love. Can their immature shoulders still not be able to carry such a grand love?
She is the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, the narcissus hidden deep in his heart. Just like before, he can't talk about it or touch it.
Luo Wanwan raised her porcelain-white face, stared into her round eyes and said, "Gu Zidu, I love you very much. How come you don't know how to do it?"