"I know there's something in this world called love. People with courage can see it. I couldn't before, but now I can, so I hope you'll give me a chance. I'm not greedy. I'll give up when I count to ten."
Two years ago, Li Xiaoyuan said this to Jiang Feng with a smile as they walked along a stone-paved path scattered with morning light. The breeze was cool, lifting her long hair. But back then, he didn't love her. When she left, Li Xiaoyuan stubbornly said she would wait for Jiang Feng for two years.
"A heart that gets no response can't be relied on. I've already counted to ten. If you ever fall in love with me, you have to give up when you count to one, because I don't want to love again."
Two years later, the breeze was still cool, but the sky no longer cleared. Perhaps beneath that moonlight that made them drunk, Li Xiaoyuan had long since become part of Jiang Feng's life. But she had studied the subject of love for too long and grown too tired. She was willing to let go.
That unbearable afternoon, Li Xiaoyuan collapsed right there. So much sorrow had gathered into tears and fallen into her eyes. Her broken heart could no longer bear to be touched, becoming a pain Jiang Feng would never be able to leave behind.
"This time, let me be the one to love you."
I have loved and been hurt but still insist on loving, come on!
I like this kind of writing and hope I can continue to work hard