The sadness of love, why the sadness of love? People like flowers, but most of the time they don't really like them. They are just attracted by their bright and colorful colors... They can't help it. And those who really like them are probably only those literati who spared no effort in writing poems and poems about them. Although it was just wishful thinking and unrequited love... When love swept over him, he was the only one who was killed. He was really too quiet sometimes, as quiet as a ragdoll, and she couldn't help but want to get close to him. There are always some people who like to steal the fruits of other people's labor. I suddenly thought of a way, which is to knock her unconscious before she swallows it and make her choke to death! Do you know why we yearn for pure and beautiful things? Because we are all in the quagmire.