There is a saying in China that authors and writers often borrow: "Deep love from the start, but fate too shallow," a sentiment that often leaves readers utterly heartbroken.
But the story I'm about to write is the opposite: "Fate too shallow from the start, but love runs deep."
If he weren't so deeply in love, given how determined the other person is to bring about their own ruin, the two of them might never have ended up together.
All right, let's not make this so heavy!
The author is a loving mom!
Repeat that to yourself three times!
Theme:
My roommate's name is He Xin. I read to her while I was reading. I laughed wildly while reading and was beaten by her T^T
"After eating a bowl of noodles at the noodle shop that I usually go to, Guan Ling returned to his place of residence with his bag on his shoulder." Damn, I think the word 'usually' is better. After eating a bowl of noodles at the noodle shop he often went to, Guan Ling returned to his place of residence with his bag on his shoulder.
Wasting more than an hour of water just to cover up the crying? Go to hell with this author □
Finished?_? But it's good to end this article here