Quick Transmigration: How to Doom a Host

How to put it, first of all, I declare that all the following remarks are not meant to criticize or self-esteem, they are all real feelings. I have always read this article as a quick travel article. Although the heroine always vaguely remembered something as a foreshadowing, she was probably expecting all the male protagonists to be the same person. After reading the entire article, I felt empty inside. I felt that the story of Sheng and Qingshen was a bit without a beginning or end. Maybe it's because of the peace of mind. It feels like there are clearly hidden emotions, but they are quietly covered up by some force majeure. The former quick-traveling male protagonists all have true feelings, but they can only let go and not give up. They all deserve the best, but there is only one female protagonist. The relationship is inseparable but it is inevitable to provoke it. Is it fragile, attachment, or a kind of greed? In this relationship, it is no longer clear who is lighter and who is heavier. Choosing one is destined to be a kind of letting down the other person. They have devoted all their efforts and are reluctant to let any of them lose, but they all lose, especially Wen Han. The hug without regret after opening the door, or maybe it is just obsession? I can feel that the author has put his heart into it, either for the sake of torture, or the feeling of powerlessness and irresistible fate that makes me breathless. Although they are all stories, they are so close to reality, which makes me blur the boundaries. What is love? What is detachment, what is growth? Is there really love that cannot be forgotten? Is there love that can really be forgotten? It's specious and gray, but it just lingers in my heart and won't go away. It's so hazy that in the end it still doesn't give an open way out, and it can't be described as the tranquility after the dust has settled. Are you embarrassing the reader or yourself?

I have read all three articles. The author is great. What a great author.

Fortunately it was from he, otherwise I would have asked the second battalion commander to get my Italian cannon!

My forty-meter sword allows you to run thirty-nine meters first!

Actually, I think it ends well like this.

It's cruel, but fortunately the ending is perfect!

I give you 365 likes so I won't make you proud, okay?

I really can't bear to part with it. I can't do it anymore. I want to refresh it a second time. Do I want to write a new article? Where is it? Let me take a look.

Awesome. Sprinkle some flowers on you.