The End of Spring

He was her destined calamity. She loved him secretly for ten years and finally married him as she wished. But what awaited her was luck or pain. She loved him to the core, but love was always unfair. She who loved him deeply was destined to suffer the pain of corroding her bones and rotting her heart. He loves her, but he cannot and dare not admit it. He is afraid that he will fall into the abyss and cannot extricate himself. He tells himself over and over again that he cannot love her, but he still slowly falls. When he finally has the courage to accept and respond to her love, love has long lost its original appearance. He is her calamity, and she is his calamity. The layers of conspiracy have made the original love no longer beautiful. He approached her just for revenge, but married her to protect her. He didn't dare to love her, and he didn't dare to face her. When he thought everything was over and he could finally love, he didn't know that everything had just begun. When she loved, he was not there. When he looked back, she was exhausted from love. When everything was gone, she realized that life is just a flashy dream. What you cherish can never be obtained, but what you abandon is the most beautiful. It is because you are too persistent and stubborn. Because you are young, you don't know how to be kind or give in. It was because they made things too difficult for themselves that they left each other scarred. Perhaps, all the waiting is just for the dust to settle at that moment. Brother Yunche, how much I want to travel with you through the endless morning and dusk, raise eyebrows with you, wander the mortal world together, and enjoy those small and beautiful times. I used to be too ignorant. I always thought that loving someone is a simple thing and being loved by someone is also easy. I thought that love is as simple and pure as holding hands. You love me and I love you. However, when I mature, I find that love is not that simple, it is not even a matter of two people, it is not a matter of your will and my will, it is not a matter of male talent and female beauty. But brother Yunche, I love you just because I love you. No matter what happens in the world, it has never changed. But I am tired, physically and mentally tired, and I want to take a rest. You don't have to worry or be sad. Maybe this is the best way back for me. At the beginning of spring that year, under the willow tree, the girl wore a pink gauze skirt with fluttering belt and flying black hair. On her white jade face, there was a blush, like pink apricot blossoms, which fell in his heart and took root from then on. But he didn't know it, and she didn't know it either.