She has always been a woman who works hard, crying hard, laughing hard, loving hard, and sensing her surroundings hard. Just like when reading and holding a pen to write, she is also the one who works the hardest. After sitting at the desk for a long time and feeling extremely painful, she breathed into the thickening and hardening callus on her right middle finger.
He smiled and said: Since you refuse to stand on tiptoes, I have no choice but to lean down and hug you tightly.
But is it possible between them? He is 8 years younger than her, he is her student, he is young, she is old...
Who said that? You are the Qiangdi and I am the Willow.
No longer attached, sometimes it is another more profound attachment;
No longer deep love, maybe another more profound love;
No more thinking about it,
Maybe,
I don't dare to think about it anymore…