Articles for your own entertainment! I didn't write well for the first time, so please don't criticize me, just click the X in the upper right corner!
Please see how the heroine finds her own existence value and happiness step by step! A bit of a versatile heroine. I think everyone can just ignore this, because this is an article about whether happiness is love! What I want to express is my feelings, and there won't be any big conspiracy. I don't have such a high IQ, so I can't think of that!
The article will definitely not be abandoned, but it may be updated slowly. This article is very clear, there will be no **, even if I want to write it, I can't write it.
At that time, she was still young and ignorantly thought that if the red thread on her finger was firmly tied, it would last a lifetime! Little do they know that only the red thread that grows between hearts is the most reliable.
Her love for him is her determination to give up everything and only want to stay with him. It was to have no resentment when he tore her down; to just obey when he asked for her; to regard him as everything, to have no wings or memories except him; to give up grudges, dreams, and dignity; to be fearless for him; to keep nothing and ask for nothing; to accept. His laissez-faire, tyrannical and autocratic attitude also accepts his inferiority and sensitivity; he accepts the decline of his appearance and physical damage; he accepts his firmness, persistence, tolerance and patience; he accepts hugs and kisses, and the endless tenderness just like his brother gave her...
Love is a brutal war, and those who take it seriously first are destined to be shattered to pieces. It's a pity that the advice is hard to hear and she doesn't believe it. She loves him to death, but he doesn't love her because she is not the person he is looking for...
"If I can stop loving you, then I will die in your hands..." The blood dyed her white clothes red, and she looked as beautiful as she first saw her in the gentle breeze on the cliff.