He is graceful and steady, but he doesn't know how many clouds and waves are hidden in his bright brows.
When he saw me again, he just smiled brightly, "The corners of your eyes are raised, and your smile looks like the face of a little fox. How could I forget that?"
Another night, I looked at the silent figure from behind, put aside all my unwillingness and pride, and tried to hug him, but I could clearly feel the stiffness of his body.
"How did we get to this point..."
"It's late at night, go to sleep."
"I'm in love with you."
"But it's not you I love."
Wrong life, wrong people, wrong past, wrong future, I am washing myself in this sea of mistakes, but the more I wash myself, the more mistakes I make. Why does God not accept me even though I have gone through all the pain of skin peeling?
In these mountains and plains, in these vast rivers and lakes, if there is a destiny in the next life, I will definitely spend my whole life as a man and never be this fettered woman again.