There is a kind of love that is always plain and simple, simple to the extreme.
I love you only about you.
There were no mountains of swords or seas of fire, no alliances and oaths. What was left was just sixteen years of staying together without any news.
Meeting is a reunion after a long absence. Are you OK?
——He thought, I hope you are unhappy.
——He said, you are not that easy to forget.
——She thought, we have no reason to remember each other.
- She said, but couldn't say anything.
When she grew up, she became an ordinary traditional carpenter, and he became a famous overseas film director.
The distance that seems to be getting further away is actually within reach.
So, who will hold each other's hand first again?
(When I opened this pit, my writing skills were not yet proficient enough. Sorry, I will fill in the pit in the future, but the time is uncertain.)