Love has nothing more than two endings, one is death after being gorgeous, the other is transforming into family love. How would you choose your love style?
How should you choose between a man who completely matches your aesthetics and another man who resonates with your soul?
Life is like a cloud of smoke in the past, and the past can only be recalled. All the love, hate, and hatred of today are only a wisp of cloud and smoke left in the passage of time, which can only make people sigh softly.