"Who painted these?"
"They were all drawn by adults from memory."
"Why would he bother with this?"
"Sir, it's better to spend your thoughts on this than to have no one to rely on when you're hurt."
"What else did he say?"
"My lord has become more and more taciturn in the past three years, and the few words he speaks are enough to pierce his heart.
The adults say that the pain of lovesickness is deep in the bones, but I don't know if scraping the bones to heal the wounds will heal.
The adults said that when you see things and miss people, things are different and people are different, and it is just like peach blossoms laughing at the spring breeze.
Adults say that the word love is the most difficult to grasp. If you cannot forget it, it is better to keep it.
The adults said that she hates me better than she hates herself. "
Jiang Yu staggered back a few steps and murmured, "She hates me more than she hates herself."
It turns out that the so-called truth is the difficulty that cannot be explained.
Intention: When love reaches its deepest level, it becomes unfeeling