Over the years, I have experienced several loves and met some girls.
In love, those who truly love do not come together, but those who do not love do.
Girls come in all kinds of colors, some I like and become friends, some I hate and become strangers.
One day, I was sitting in the office, playing with the pencil in my hand, and stopped suddenly. After a long time, I slowly wrote three words on the white paper.
Mo Xiaoxi.
Then, I felt a girl appeared in front of me. She had black hair that fell to her waist and fell like a waterfall. She liked to wear plain white cotton skirts that reached her ankles. The breeze blew through her hair, and she gently ran her hands through the ends of her hair. I saw her delicate fingers and crystal-clear nails. I called out Mo Xiaoxi softly, but she didn't look back, so I couldn't see her face.
I think this will be a beautiful girl, so I don't want to make her sad.
But, Mo Xiaoxi, are you really not sad?