Always looking for something unchanging or emotion.
Always and always, I can't forget the past, and I can't see through the future.
Always dissatisfied and still regretful.
I am used to standing on the timeline and looking back, again and again.
It is too difficult to understand, too difficult to trust, too difficult to change, too difficult to commit... All of these make it difficult for people to move forward.
Living in a bustling and noisy city, there is no one I want to meet or talk to. This kind of sadness is loneliness. A person's, lonely world.
We may be living just to keep each other warm, trying every means possible just to escape loneliness.
The body temperature is 37℃, but I long for love at 100℃. What about you, what temperature will your love be?
The latest collection of love short stories, I hope you will like it.
The novel currently being released [I fell out of love at the age of 30] http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=359608
Two completed novels [There are no fairy tales in the adult world] http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=266160
[Don't leave when you say you love me] http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=295861
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