Walking towards marriage is like walking on a dark road. The end of the road seems to be obscured by layers of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
On this stretch of road, someone may be passing by, stopping their car, and inviting them to walk to the finish line together.
Maybe, from beginning to end, I was the only one chasing after him.
If you love each other, you will be invited to leave, which is a blessing.
If you don't love it, just keep walking and comfort yourself that true love is at the end and you will arrive there eventually.
However, when I reach the end of the journey, my face may be full of vicissitudes of life, and my heart may also have wrinkles.
At this moment, I want to ask, do you still believe in love?