Volume One: Ming Xuan said, “Some people can cultivate the field of their heart only once in a lifetime. After that, it begins to lie fallow. Those who come later can only watch it slowly grow barren.
Love has always been a winding journey. In the end, he was not the seed planted in Luo Ya’s heart.
Volume Two: Lu Zihao said to Zhao Huanli, “You still don’t measure up. Even if you were a thousand times, ten thousand times prettier than Yaya, I wouldn’t spare you a glance. One Yaya is my whole spring. She is the only one for me in this lifetime.”
Some people pursue perfect love without knowing how high they should aim. The higher they reach, the farther the happiness within their grasp slips away. When Luo Ya slowed down a little, she discovered that true love was right beside her, and happiness was close enough to touch.
Volume Three: Liu Li said, “Luo Ya, I know you remember The Women on the Breadfruit Tree, which we read together. We might love two people at the same time and be loved by both. The sad thing is, we can only grow old with one of them. I just happened to prove that point.”
Luo Ya had wondered more than once: Could we really love two people at the same time?
When searching for love, even what is close at hand can seem worlds away. When two people are in love, even the ends of the earth become close.
Life takes many twists and turns. Only when you meet the right person have you truly found love...
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Theme:
I'm a little depressed and can't quite understand...
Beautiful~~ Tangled…
I don't even know who it is in the end, I'm holding my head. . . . . . .
I abandoned it as if I were a loser - my education is low, and the author has returned to the tone of censorship. I want to learn
Game of Kings - Really good!
The author is good, and he has some good lines: the kind of loneliness you feel when you are alone, with no one to accompany you, and you are alone looking at the ceiling until dawn. The kind of melancholy when you are sad and have no one to rely on, letting tears slide down your cheeks until you are speechless. In that kind of joy, there is no applause, only the corners of the mouth raised up to the point of unconscious helplessness...
The author is good, and he has some good lines: the kind of loneliness you feel when you are alone, with no one to accompany you, and you are alone looking at the ceiling until dawn. The kind of melancholy when you are sad and have no one to rely on, letting tears slide down your cheeks until you are speechless. In that kind of joy, there is no applause, only the corners of the mouth raised up to the point of unconscious helplessness...
Let me believe that there will be chemistry between the two - finally using a slightly modern and popular phrase. I like this sentence: "Only when you have loved can you know better"
Different people have different attitudes towards feelings. If they love, they will be vigorous, but if they don't love, they will be as light as water.
Look at the fragments of sunshine through the leaves - a good life is so delicate, I like it! Don't think about some things that you can't go back. After all, they are all in the past tense of time and space.