Should I follow my own wishes, or should I make a choice for love? Love, for me and for him, are two completely different definitions. I originally thought that love meant getting together, getting to know each other, and staying together; I thought love was so beautiful that I yearned for it so much. However, in front of the cold, dazzling throne, love is so ridiculous! I laugh at my own ignorance and stupidity; but how do I know that it is not a rare truth in my life?
It's just a pity that the result made me dumbfounded.
Do you really want to do this to me?