He was her addiction, sucking her bones and marrow, but she didn't want to quit, she couldn't love him, and she was hurt by him.
She is his injury. She wants to escape the most, but she has no choice but to get trapped. It is not easy to do without changing her original intention.
Her love, despite the changing stars and vicissitudes of the sea, can still show its profound and stunning charm, like a bottle of celadon like a freehand poem, so precious in the passage of time. But just as it is rare for people to recognize treasures, he regarded this love as ordinary. Only when time passed and things changed and people changed did he realize what a happy and different life he had missed.
In the past, I trudged hard to the north, waiting for you to come back and give me a hand.