What is love?
Is it a spiritual sustenance? Is it the product of giving yourself what you need and staying away from loneliness?
Or is it an emotion that goes beyond friendship and is less than family affection?
Some people say that when love reaches its depth, it becomes dependence; some people say that love is just a joke.
Perhaps, different people have different opinions on it.
Do you believe in love? Have you ever wanted to be loved?
I... Loved a man.
I, loved a man who liked men.
I have thought about it, looked forward to it, read about it, loved it, hated it, complained about it, been hurt, but in the end, nothing was left.
Perhaps there is always a period of pain in a person's life that you must go through;
There are always a few people you must miss...
Just, don't…love…
——Selected from Mo Qiying's personal folder "Those Things About You I Never Mention"
The second part of the unfinished series
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Woo woo woo, where is my oblique moon and bright cold grass, my Liu Han www
Aren't you a fool? Or put up an outline? Well written! Full of details and affection, everyone's thoughts were within Julian's expectation. Hong Kong students were like insects caught in a cobweb, struggling left and right in vain.
Woo woo woo, where is my oblique moon and bright cold grass, my Liu Han www
Aren't you a fool? Or put up an outline? Well written! Full of details and affection, everyone's thoughts were within Julian's expectation. Hong Kong students were like insects caught in a cobweb, struggling left and right in vain.