Human beings are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? Where does love come from? No one can answer it. Maybe it's the look when we first met, maybe it's every detail in life; maybe it's his smile, maybe it's his look... As time goes by, it turns into obsession. Infatuation is only for the sake of no pain, and a life of infatuation and mispayment is undoubtedly a sad one.
Yun Duan once asked Hua Qiangu - don't you hate him for doing this to you? Hua Qiangu's face turned pale and she smiled sadly: "You don't understand, you are happiest when a moth flies into the flame..."
This kind of obsession has harmed many men and women over thousands of years. Yunliang shook his head. Didn't he get married today? Why did he fall asleep on the table? He walked towards the bride who was sitting upright on the bed with some annoyance. Thinking about it - Huahua is back, Huo Xiwu and Qingluo have children, Luo Shiyi's sugar baby is also getting married, and I heard that there is news about the little broom from Changsheng... And what about him? Where is his Mengtan? Oh, yes, his Mengtan might be having a bridal chamber with Shi Laozi's Prince of Dali right now! Thinking of this, he angrily pulled off the bride's hijab...
The woman blinked her eyes in surprise, as if she couldn't believe it: "Brother Yun Duan? Why is it you... Um..." - He felt that he must be dreaming, and pinched himself hard, hiss... It hurt! His surprise was completely overshadowed by surprise, and he simply kissed her with the strength of wine. He suddenly felt that the worship he had just made was not enough. Now he really wanted to open his arms and shout to the sky: "God! I love you so much!" Even if he was greeted by an unceremonious storm... But he couldn't. He had to hug the little person in front of him tightly, and he couldn't lose her again...