Once, she thought he was her Liang Sicheng. She stayed behind him silently, hoping to be close to him one day.
Behind the tea room in the office, he was alone and sad. She silently looked at his lonely back and cuddled with him.
She felt uncomfortable with his indifference, but she didn't know that he was silently enduring it because he couldn't bear to be angry with her. At a short distance from her, he looked at her laughter and remained silent.
They met because of rumors, but they were also separated by rumors. Outside the cozy cafe, he held her hand, and the fragrance of champagne roses quietly overflowed.
This time, can they hold each other tightly and turn the past alienation into a beautiful rain of lovesickness?
Will the estrangement between you and me usher in a warm ending in this light stream, or will it finally lead to a gorgeous funeral...
This is an old article from a few years ago. I didn't want it to lie on my computer forever, so I decided to post it.
I still have a new article in hand, and I have put a lot of effort into it, but after understanding the mental journey of many new authors on the Internet, I feel frightened about the prospect of being an author, and I don't know what to do with it.