He is a professional journalist. Get used to calmness and order, get used to heavy work, get used to being unsmiling, get used to wrapping up all joy and anger in a hard coat. I hate losing control, I hate trouble, I hate accidents.
She was an airborne trainee. Lack of common sense, clumsy, tough-talking and aggressive. Apart from being professional and solid, he is basically useless. That's right, she was out of control, in trouble, and in an accident.
He could only restrain himself.
She doesn't know how to be presumptuous.
Because I'm a liar. I am not Yu Xin at all.
The castle was brightly lit, and the princess was sleeping soundly on twenty velvet quilts. Even if you like it, you should say you don't like it, and if it's hard, you should say it's not hard.
The prince has been looking for the real princess. The rose garden was full of expectations. He finally found the perfect bride, and the next second was the ending of a fairy tale.
His carriage, his castle, his roses, and his sincerity were lost to a tiny pea.
I tried every possible means to hide under twenty velvet quilts. As I tossed and turned late at night, I wondered what was hurting my heart.
If you are both unhappy, I really don't know who deserves happiness more.