"Perhaps every man has had two women in his life, at least two.
If he marries a red rose, then over time the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one remains 'moonlight before the bed';
if he marries a white rose, then the white one becomes a grain of sticky rice on his clothes, while the red one becomes a cinnabar mole over his heart."
Zhang Ailing
I really did love you, but in this world, there are things far more important than love.
Every boy has to learn how to grow up.
Theme:
What I saw in the bar. From three years later?? I hope it's not too late. I love you.
Wow this chapter is so well written! I really want to lift it up high
Don't know why it's so warm. The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide😉
I came here to watch it from the post bar. It was finished in one go, and I'm still a bit uncomfortable with it!
Revisiting w, I really like Huahua Momada The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises on the sea.
It turns out it's so short. I feel so sad.
The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide, and the moonlighter in Qin Dynasty has not yet returned
People in memory will never grow old.
Ah ah ah, so good, so good, so good
Can you give me a dozen of these thieves? Can't come? Just one is fine