I think, if I was not so good before the age of 15, if Xinqi could be a dark and silly boy at the age of 16, instead of the quiet and almost pale existence, then could I, can, live... Or maybe I should not have been born, then I would not be abandoned, and God would not let go...
She was leaning on the dirt wall, the coldness spread from the soles of her feet to her heart, and merged with the cold air on her back. The winding black hair covered her confused eyes. Maybe she was wrong from the beginning. She was not her beloved, so what if he was imprisoned by her side?
The fragrance has faded after the soul is broken, the love is so deep, but in the end there is little sincerity, why throw it away like this?