Happiness Starts from Missing

The novel begins with the heroine who has entered the ranks of leftover girls and reunites with her old crush at the middle school anniversary, and leads to a lovelorn experience that is still vaguely painful after being betrayed. It was these subconscious pains that she thought had been forgotten long ago that caused her, who once had endless yearning for love and romance, to lose the ability to be moved by love. At the age of Erli, she didn't know who else she could fall in love with. Meeting the person you had a crush on in middle school again and him telling her that he loves her is like adding honey to a cup of boiled water in life, and it cannot be restored to its original taste. She accepted. She didn't know yet that in another fateful encounter, another person would begin to become another shadowy figure in her life. If they are destined to be unable to sleep together in this life, no matter how absurd the misunderstanding of separation is, it is natural. Once again, she screamed at the heavens and the earth, and once again burst into tears. The script of life did not allow her to completely see through the world of mortals, but it blessed her to turn around faster. At this time, the other person also told her that he loved her. It started with mutual sympathy in career, and gradually turned into mutual support in life. After that, the three people were repeatedly entangled, and the four people were entangled in their grudges. She gradually realized the true nature of love. How should she choose? The book has been written and it's coming to an end before I know it. This book attempts to analyze one of the reasons why leftover women are left behind from a psychological level, and conveys the message that everyone can be very close to happiness. Therefore, the title of the novel that I prefer is "Happy Distance", which more closely expresses my original intention of writing. Unfortunately, this website does not allow it to be changed >_< Excerpts from the novel: She is sober, and she knows that when a man rejects you, if you want to turn defeat into victory and want him to have some affection for you, you must not take it seriously and pretend to be calm. If he takes one step back, you must take two steps back. When he knows that he is not your only one, there is still a glimmer of hope. Yuanyuan was unwilling to give in, she did it, even though she gritted her teeth. The world does not come first, it depends on who lives a logical life. Do we only have the fate to keep meeting each other, but not the common destiny? Every time a man looks back, he will probably regret how he lost his eyesight, wasted his youth, and delayed his good life. As for the pursuit of novel and exciting pleasures and the addiction to the things I wanted, I have completely forgotten them now. It's not intentional, it's just that men are animals of the moment, and those who irritate the eyeballs always have the upper hand. Of course, they also have a sense of shame, but not when his blood is boiling. When a woman is hurt in love, she will be truly miserable if there is no one to cry to. No matter what the reason is for a relationship to end, having it hurt once in front of others can at least become the basis for its existence. Otherwise, all the truth will be imprisoned in the minds of myself and the person who has left me. That would be a greater grievance. A thirty-year-old woman should cut off the first half of her life from the second half. She should no longer be ambiguous because of a look, and she should no longer be tossing and turning because of a hug. The first half of life is one kind of life, and the second half of life must be another kind of life. As the saying goes, a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. When what you lose is the relationship you spent the first half of your life to win back, you have to stand up and dust yourself off to prevent sadness from getting involved. It hurts so much that I almost can't breathe. Even if you cry, you deserve a moment of silence for your efforts. As for others, nothing is more profound than a gust of wind, some stronger, some softer, which will blow by in the end. After crying, please remember this is the last time. Conception: