Scribbled copy: (HE)
How many times have I said "I love you" to many people? Will I be lucky enough to be able to find my embrace in this life?
Since ancient times, there have been many sentiments and sorrows, and life has been full of love and infatuation since ancient times. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Would you like to come with me? Facing the man's earnest gaze, he couldn't say yes, nor could he bear to say no, so he could only say:
——It's not that I don't want to.
From then on, there was only one person sitting alone on the Chinese Valentine's Day, the Milky Way, the Mid-Autumn Festival courtyard, and the lights of the Yuan Dynasty.
Spring flowers and hair are not the same as the spring heart, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. Three years, thousands of days and nights, he tasted lovesickness.
In the end, facing the eyes that were no longer immature but still persistent, he smiled calmly and gave the answer:
——Hold your hand and go with me. I am willing to be of one mind and never leave you.
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