There are only two kinds of romantic love in the world. One is the love in TV dramas, no matter how disgusting, it can make you cry. The other is the love you are experiencing. Even if the other person is a pig, you can still be in pain until you can't sleep all night.
However, now I know that there is a third kind of love, this kind of love, which everyone knows, everyone is moved, everyone is tight-lipped, and everyone keeps it secret. It is an undercurrent river, rushing endlessly, with mud and sand falling down. If you are unfortunate enough to encounter it, it is better to hide away. If you really can't hide, you will be wrapped up, dragged along, and sink in the deep sweetness and pain. Then I can only wish you success in cultivation, although I know it is very difficult, because I have not done it.
Yes, I can't do it, but when the pain continues every silent night, when sweet and painful memories come flooding in, I still have to talk and laugh, still have to rush to court for life, and still have to continue to fall in love, get married, and even have children, because, after experiencing the third kind of love, I am still alive...
This article is a continuation of "The Third Love" written by Free Walk. It is written to avenge the grievances of the male and female protagonists. I hope that friends who were as depressed as me after reading this story will come over and share this later story with Mouqiu.
This will not be a long story, but it is an emotional story, and I promise that it will give you the ending you want.
For this third kind of love, I present a song called Lin Hai's "Several Degrees of Maple Red". Friends who don't like it can press Esc on the keyboard.
