In my life, I have loved him completely from the beginning three times without any regrets.
He said: "I protect all the six realms, who will protect you?" He doted on me, pampered me, never wanted to hurt me in the slightest, he could give up his reputation for me, he could give up his life for me, he could give up everything for me.
But he couldn't resist and finally turned around and left.
He said: "How I want to accompany you through all the changes in life. I will never leave you." But in the end, he was no match for him and gradually moved away while holding the other person's hand.
When I gave everything I had and couldn't get him to look back at me again, I finally understood that love and hate have nothing to do with what you have, but what he loves you. If he doesn't love you, nothing matters.
He is my calamity, and I am his sorrow. In the endless years of vicissitudes of life, mismatched marriages, pursuit and waiting are like looking for flowers across the shore.
I just sigh that his figure has buried my lovesickness, and my persistence has annihilated his years...
Time writes the ending, what will it be like in the end?
Conception: