It is my fairy tale youth, please don't continue it with coldness. All of us are content with the beautiful sun we have now. Who will miss the moon that waxes and wanes that night? The dead night is accompanied by sad people, sleepless and comatose! Deteriorated love grows in reverse, but I don't want it.
I have always believed that the best way to heal pain and sadness is to use other people's opinions and explanations to point him in the right direction, or to use time to heal the pain. The wound that can be healed by time is change. It turns out that this is not the case. The best way to heal is to use warmth and love to influence and understand the beauty of the world. Fragmented love is pieced together into beauty, and you will no longer worry about yourself.
"Luo Xiyang, how can you do this? Who are you worthy of? Get up quickly, we can forgive you. Luo Xiyang, you can't go on like this, you..." His eyelids suddenly became thick, and he really wanted to sleep. Ye Tinghan, you should stay in my dream.
Only things in dreams are beautiful and real enough. No one will ever have the chance to hurt her or protect her, and I may not be able to forgive anyone.
When we were born, our parents chose trendy names for us, for the sake of our future development. Maybe we did it just because we liked it, Mo Mo/Ye Tinghan/Xu Han, but this name destined us to go in opposite directions throughout our lives, and we were destined to pass by each other throughout our lives.
Just a book was left behind, no one knew the mystery inside, and no one knew what the failure was. All these could be asked to the person involved. Now Luo Xiyang has long been turned into a handful of ashes, completely dead. This is the best explanation for her life.