Love is like expired bread, it is infinitely beautiful when you have it, but like a hungry refugee when you lose it.
My love is like the cloud in the sky.
As time goes by, I feel the pain of missing you.
Missing is like the sea, lingering in my mind. The love that can be sung and cried is like a breeze. Wherever you go, it will drift away and follow you forever.
The first time we met, I was forcefully kissed by a man in a bar. What happened to society? Is a man's mouth more fragrant than a woman's mouth?
Three years later, Xiang was seeing a doctor in the hospital and met that hateful man again, "You... What are you going to do? I'm a man, you have to see clearly."
"Haha, I know you are a man, and you are the one I am looking for..."
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