I once met a person, and we stood at opposite ends of the world, but from the moment I met him, I made up my mind to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and the vast sea of people, to stand side by side with him, to live with him forever.
But later, that person was forced by reality and began to escape from fate.
I think we may never see each other again in this life. I can't wish him all the best. His leaving me has already proved that there is no such thing as "all the best".
And now I stand where he stood, just praying that he can spend his life safely.
Copywriting: Mu Qiu felt the pain to the point of fainting, but remained silent. She just pinched her arm, trying to use one kind of pain to divert another kind of pain, so she pinched a large piece of her arm red. Another sharp pain came. She had no choice but to move her fingertips up a little. As soon as she pinched it, her wrist was twisted. Although it didn't hurt, she couldn't move. She raised her eyes, and what caught her eye was Jiang Fan's cold face. "You think it doesn't hurt enough?"