In every girl's life, there will be a group of strangers she can be proud of.
They're friends, but not buddies.
They're buddies, but not confidants.
But when they're your friends and buddies and confidants all at once,
you'll find them repulsive.
Much like this life, which is on the verge of growing old.
You walk back and forth through their world,
while they grow old and die in yours.
You'll always be conflicted about their place in your life, and your place in theirs.
Contradiction and harmony, conflict and tenderness.
A grain of sand goes into a shell, and it becomes soft and prickly, impossible to leave alone.
Hey-hey! Well written! Much better than me! Come on come on! Like it!
Not bad, it would be better if the content was richer and more positive
Not bad, it would be better if the content was richer and more positive
Not bad, the content should be richer and more positive.
Not bad, it would be better if the content should be rich and positive
By the way, there is still a feeling of déjà vu, like the past years...
Are you excited to see the click-through rate increasing little by little? The writing is good, when will I be able to reach this level of writing? . . I always envy and hate people who are good at Chinese. . At first I couldn't tell the characters apart. If I didn't watch Bangzi, I wouldn't even know the gender. . . In short, support~~