"You, me, Qingyuan, we are all the same kind of people. We don't say anything, so we miss it again and again. I don't think I can find happiness again. I really don't know whether it is a blessing or misfortune to meet you."
We are the same kind, what a hurt that is. When two people who are too similar fall in love, there will always be some insurmountable obstacles.
Once the emotional wound is torn open and exposed to the air, sometimes it is not even heartbreaking. Yu Zhu is incompetent in cruelty, and this article is always filled with only a touch of sentimentality.
If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers, and we will shed pink tears and sip them together.
Conception: