"I think there is no such thing as luck, or in other words, everything I have is already my luck." She smiled brightly, but her eyes were as calm as the jasper under the spring water, with wet sadness. He immediately pulled her into his arms: "It doesn't matter, you can think like this, you can always think like this. You can think that I am the luck that you cannot have, and you can think that all luck will disappear." Feeling a little tear seeping into his shirt, he sighed: "As long as I believe in luck, I believe that I will have the luck to have you forever."
I think the most joyful love is probably the person you have a crush on. The person you think you can never get, happens to love you too.
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