As time goes by, each of us will probably pass through love in life. In this love, there is naturally an indispensable role: ex.
So many years have passed, and the years are slowly getting older. Has our predecessor changed his appearance, whether it is good, bad, or no longer remembered.
Anyway, we are no longer what we were before.
This article is composed of many short stories, all of which are true stories from people around the author and friends.
This article just wants to be used to remember that as I grow old, you are one of the passers-by in my life.
The author will continue to write forever, until he grows old, until the beginning of the universe.
You can also tell me your stories and we will write them down together. 1945608422@□□. Com I am here to tell the story of my friend first, and I am waiting for you here.
Conception: