Love him as gentle as water, love him as a gentleman like jade, stay away from the world and only want to hold hands with one person and grow old together.
Not cold, arrogant, lonely, lingering in the fragrance of plums, flowing in white clothes, the love of a lifetime is wrapped around the little finger.
No red line visible.
Loneliness, still loneliness.
Be hated or used, isolated or framed, whatever.
The bright eyes are not there, and the bones are broken, just because the lovesickness has become crazy.
No thanks, no thanks, what is gone is the years, what is wandering is the memory, the constant entanglement of love and hate in the previous life, there is nothing wrong and nothing right.
The bleak backs of those who left were forgotten under the moonlight, while those who stayed shed tears of wine and were lonely. How many people sang and sang?
Cherish it! Be firm! Be brave enough to face it! Be able to endure loneliness!
No thanks, no thanks, the red plum leaves are gone, and lovesickness comes around.
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This article is a spin-off of "A Dream of Two Lives" and is considered an independent story. However, if you don't understand the background, you can refer to the main article.
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