How wonderful it would be if life could only be like meeting each other for the first time. I would rather choose never to meet each other.
He has loved her for ten years, and even small habits should ferment into obsessions. He wanted to work hard to create a dream for her and give her a happy paradise.
Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation, and the obsessions that are in your heart are taken away by others in the blink of an eye. He could only protect and hurt her, love her silently as a brother by his side, and endure the throbbing in his heart. Enduring the pain, it devoured my heart over and over again.
He thought that if there was an afterlife, I would fall into hell with you.