The Woman Who Wasn't Bad

There are only two emotions in the world that can be called romantic, one is called mutual affection, and the other is called forgetting each other in the world. What we have to do is to strive to be with the person we love most, and to forget the person we love next... Maybe it's not that my heart has never moved, it's not that it's impossible, it's just that we are destined but not destined to each other, the love is deep and the love is shallow, and we fell in love at the wrong time. When we look back on the past and think of those loves that streaked across our lives like meteors, we often attribute our misses to fate. In fact, in the final analysis, fate is such an illusory and abstract concept. What really affects us is often the opportunity to meet and fall in love at that moment or three. The interaction between men and women is full of hesitation, uncertainty and reservation. A small variable can completely change the direction of choice. If each other had appeared earlier, maybe they wouldn't have been so tightly intertwined with another person, or maybe they had met a little later, when the two people had slowly learned tolerance and consideration, kindness and compromise in their respective love experiences. Maybe when they got together, they wouldn't have given up so easily, turned around willfully, and let go of love. Who did you meet when you were most beautiful? When you love someone deeply, who will be by your side? How much time does love give you? To meet and separate, to choose and regret? To meet your lover in the wilderness of time, neither a step early nor a step too late, among millions of people, is such a rare fate. More often than not, we just keep missing each other, missing the spring with poplar flowers in the wind, and missing the maple trees. In the autumn of Ye Sesuo, until the sky is covered with snow and the years are gone, after repeated sad sighs, we can finally understand that even if it is sincere, even if it is intimate, even if two people are already close to each other, our love still needs time to be perfected and tested. There are too many restrictions and secret taboos in this world, and there are too many unpredictable changes and involuntary clutches. One turn may have been missed for the rest of your life. It will take many years to understand all the struggles and efforts. Maybe it is not worth a joke of fate. God only blinked in the clouds, and all the endings have been completely changed. Meeting the right person at the right time is a blessing. Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness... Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness... The petals of memories pass over the lake of my heart, creating ripples. Love is not a thousand words, nor is it morning and evening. Love is when I wake up from a dream at midnight and find that I am still caring about you in the distance. Meeting the wrong person at the right time is just a temporary trick Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a fool's errand Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a sigh Man: Can I ask you a question? Which side do you like to sleep on? Woman: Right, what's wrong? Man: Then I will sleep on the left side from today on, leaving the right side for you. Dear, if I meet the right you at the wrong time, can you wait for me? Also: This is also a kind of fate, which was cultivated in the previous life. Maybe it's not the wrong time, but just your feeling?

It's finally over. This is truly the most disgusting story of the male protagonist and the most cruel female protagonist!

It was very well written and I read it in one sitting.

The ending is so cruel and beautiful, -v- because there is no such thing as reading the previous article... The cruelty of the article is so bad... I cried to death

After reading this chapter... I still shed tears... It is indeed so helpless. I missed many things because of my temporary immaturity... As he said himself, he couldn't afford to pick it up or let it go. He has always been the persistent and self-righteous child. It can be said that, Among all the women, the one who understands his essence best is Gao. The heroine is not as transparent as Gao. The heroine only sees hatred, Fucha only sees love, but Gao sees through his whole being... It's a pity that Gao himself is involved... It's a pity that the heroine is also involved...

It feels like it ended in such a rush But when I saw Nala's death, I still couldn't help crying.

It's over, hey, it's finally over,,, it's over

I thought it wouldn't be updated anymore. Finally updated

Hey, I like the last sentence. Drink a cup for me and make three wishes with you. The first wish is that the world will be peaceful, the second wish is that the body will be strong, the third wish is that the old man will come to see you again soon.

I haven't updated it for a long time, but I updated the whole ending all at once. I'm very touched. I think this is the best ending for the heroine. Just forget about the pain of the Qing Dynasty. At least in the next life, there will be a man who still loves her. . .