At That Time, It Was Just Commonplace

Love is sometimes frustrating. If there is something that is difficult for humans to control, then I think one is opportunity and the other is love. Love often appears inexplicably and ends inexplicably. Sometimes, we think this is not love, but when we pass by, we find that we have missed something unknowingly. At that time, we stretched out our arms, but there was nothing we could do. Sometimes, someone we think we love with all our hearts may actually be just infatuated. Of course, infatuation may also be a kind of love. What is love? Who knows! Love will not be perfect. There are no perfect people in the world, and naturally there is no perfect love. When we talk about passionate love, maybe deep down in our hearts we secretly envy the tenderness of our ancestors who is as gentle as water but still holds hands and stays with us throughout our lives. Just when you think you have found the perfect Prince Charming, maybe at the same time, he is also someone else's prince. People often say that if you want to marry, marry the one you love, but often the one you choose in the end is the one who loves you. Love is just a chemical reaction. Just like you can't stop photosynthesis, you can't stop your own heartbeat. The most you can do is turn a blind eye and pretend nothing happened. But to be fair, you already love me. Love is not always mutual. There is a word called "unrequited love". Even if there is only one person, it is still "love". Wushuang is not a good man. Apart from his status and appearance, from a purely emotional point of view, he is indeed unacceptable. What's more, the author I wrote about Wushuang has been set as "not a normal person" from the beginning of this article. Everyone spends their whole lives looking for the semicircle that fits them, but until they find it, who knows who it is? Maybe it's the elegant young master, maybe it's the talented scholar, or it's very likely that he's the ordinary-looking passerby with a slightly bulging belly who just passed you. Who knows, right? Naturally, Wushuang didn't know either. Naturally, Lian'er didn't know either. But everyone has someone they truly love. You have it, I have it, and of course Lian'er Wushuang also has it. But who knew before the fire exploded? I have always seen people saying to me, let the heroine go, don't love her, choose someone else, and so on. Yes, if you really do that, it will be a perfect story like a fairy tale. But I don't like fairy tales, love is often sour. Or maybe it's my bad taste, I just like such heart-wrenching articles. I don't see anyone having it easy. I also don't like to write ancient texts without breaking away from "reality". Lian'er and Wushuang, in my eyes, are a couple entangled to death, no matter what else is mixed in their love. Major revision (possibly, probably), and re-posting while revising, so the article is temporarily locked and will be unlocked when the revision begins. From now on, the first place for new articles will be on Shuishui's blog (don't doubt it, I'm just advertising for myself). Please visit the last chapter of "Remnant Machine Weaving" for the address. Intention: