She felt that God never wanted them to be separated. Ever since she saw him when she was young, she was getting closer and closer to him every step of the way, but she could not see him more and more clearly.
It is obviously very close, but it seems to be separated by heavy fog. There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
The origin of love is just a seed planted in the heart when looking back hastily in the vast sea of people. However, some people's seeds bear sweet and fragrant fruits, while some people's seeds can only be bitter and desolate.
What she wants is love that has nothing to do with identity, no memories, no pity, no deception;
What he wanted was to use the power in his hands to block all worldly worries for her;
Not all good wishes can bring about satisfactory results, and not all passionate love can bring about mutual dependence. Quicksand between fingers, unable to grasp, discern, and forget. The thought of doubting each other is like highly poisonous poisonous wine. The first sip of it is destined to cause all the pain in the future.