A long time ago, I wrote this novel. I have always been proud of my sixth sense. Predictable beyond doubt. I have always wanted to meet the man in my story. However, my ridiculous sadness, so what if I meet it, it will not belong to me. Such a man is too lonely and indifferent. And I am too enthusiastic and focused. After all, I can only be your confidante.
Same as love. When it's no longer suitable, it's over. Just live by yourself next winter. Why bother with other people's worries? What cannot be returned can only be forgotten. When do I have to be the weak in the eyes of others? No more waiting. No more extravagant hopes. No more heartache. No more fantasy. No more, hurt yourself. This is me. I'm smiling. Every injured woman will meet someone who sincerely cherishes and loves her. I am so lucky to meet you.