If we are romantics,
He is an incorrigible idealist,
We think about impossible things,
Well, we will answer a thousand and one times,
Yes, that's who we are.
——Che Guevara
Female war photographer × computer genius, the love of two mentally ill patients
Not C, double monster
Part 2 of the Trilogy of Talking about Love - Telling you a love story with a strong will and a strong body [The author's mental illness has never improved
{The author has not recovered from his mental illness, so please refuse negative comments, otherwise he will get sick}
{If you read the article and don't spread ~hua~, you are all playing hooligans}
Snippet:
Mo Yao was walking in the open space in front of the Benghazi News Building with her camera on her back. There were various stalls on the roadside, and the simple sheds exuded a vitality that refused to admit defeat. Zhou Yaoran was behind her, staggering a few steps, looking through her back at this road that couldn't be called a street. The war left scars on the city, but the road ahead is facing the sun. He understood why she came here, because there was desolation behind her, and she was looking for hope and tomorrow.
Arthur has a pair of beautiful dark green eyes, like a piece of emerald. When he looks at you with these eyes, you can't bear to say harsh words. He looked at Mo Yao like this now and asked in a gentle and puzzled tone: "Why can't you love me?" She raised her hand to cover his eyes and replied: "Because your heart is intact."
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