I love Lu Yu, I'm sure of this, but they all say that I don't actually love him. I love myself the most. I don't understand, does love have to hold the other person firmly in my hand?
It wasn't until the moment I heard the news that Lu Yu died in a car accident that I realized how wrong I was.
But everything,
It's too late.
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This is something I saw on Tieba, the authenticity of which is undeniable. But it shocked me a lot.
Yu Yi in the story has always been a contradictory person in my eyes, and some people say he is very cowardly.
On the one hand, he loves Lu Yu deeply, but on the other hand, he keeps retreating. For the sake of Lu Yu's future, he keeps compromising and retreating.
It wasn't until Lu Yu died in a car accident on the way to the airport to find him that he finally understood what he should hold on to.
But it was too late.
My original ending was that after Lu Yu's accident, Yu Yi committed suicide in front of Lu Yu's grave.
But I think, since it is a novel, it should be HE in the end.
To steal a sentence, "There is always hope waiting for the future."
This article will not be very sweet, because it is full of realistic helplessness.
But I still want to write it down, whether it is to reflect on reality or to appeal for some understanding. More, I still want to express something in a way.
I wish all lovers in the world will eventually get married.