[Although no one will watch it, I still emphasize that if you want to watch it, please ignore the dialogue inside! I want to delete all the conversations, but I don't want the time to change, so I can only keep these dark historical conversations (I feel embarrassed and want to cry when I see those conversations)]
[In fact, the whole article is dark history, but after all, it is actually adapted and expanded from my diary during that period (containing a lot of embarrassingly naive ideas now), so I don't want to say it at the beginning]
Love is patient and kind.
Love is not jealous. Love does not boast. Not arrogant. Don't do anything shy. Don't seek your own benefit. Slow to anger. Don't take into account people's evil. Don't like injustice. Only like the truth. Tolerant of everything. Believe everything. Hope in all things. Be patient in all things.
Love never ends.
——"Bible"
Healing system.
No big ups or downs.
Ending HE.
The female protagonist only loves the male protagonist from the beginning to the end. She will not fall in love with other messy people, and no other messy people will love her ← Darcy is not included, he is a silly and cute dog, and these two kinds of love are different (at least in the text)
The heroine's prototype is me = =, Darcy's prototype is Micah, and the male protagonist has no prototype. Darcy is determined to die = =, he will be throughout the article.
This document is dedicated to my Micah. I wish you all the best, and you will always be my dearest little baby.
To love someone is to treat him wholeheartedly. It's not his fault that he left, you just have to put your heart and soul into it and nothing else.
An Ziya always felt that An's mother's love for her was as unparalleled as Warren Ellis's violin, but she was not used to it, really not used to it, and she could not give her the same love - and this was a great sin.
The male protagonist's last name is not Ning, so he pronounces Ning a second time.
The previous article focused on describing the psychological changes of the heroine, so it was probably slow and boring?
I branded them one by one with the cross of fire
The snow-white map on your body.
My lips are like hiding spiders.
It's on you, behind you, timid and hungry.
——"Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair"
Motto: Love never ends