——They asked me what you mean to me.
——Oh, what did you say?
——You are my family, friendship and love. Life after life, life after life.
Even after traveling through several worlds and hundreds of years, the first memories have long been lost in the chasm of time and are scattered. That delicate and gentle girl may have turned into dust in that distant time and space. Wang Huai thought that she still could not forget Lin Wan's words:
Fish have seven seconds of memory. I am really lucky to remember you for three days. The luckiest thing is that I can be with you every three days.
When Wang Huai was eighteen years old, the will of the world told her - you are the child of reincarnation, and you do not belong to any world.
From that day on, everything about her had a shelf life.
She is outgoing and tries to contain all her emotions. She loves to laugh and she tries to become indifferent. She has a wide circle of friends and confines herself into a small world.
World, do you want to tell me that if you never get it, losing it will not be so despairing. If you will eventually lose it, then why gain it?
She had hoped for a miracle, but there were no miracles in the world unless someone didn't want to forget them.
My dear, you squeezed into my life at just the right moment, so there is only you in my life. Such a simple relationship, such a complicated affection.
Sorry to give up like this.
I read an article today and cried like a faucet. How eccentric fate is. It was obviously the same experience, but I couldn't ask for it. But at that moment, it was inexplicably complete. I originally wrote with immature writing just to remember this emotion while I was still there, and to record this feeling that only I stayed behind. However, I understand that this has no meaning after all. I'm sorry.
Finally, my dear, thank you for the warmth in your article. I thought about it and left this hole to pay tribute to you.
Thank you too, you are my god, I finally found a word that can be used to describe you