Cinnabar tears will turn into mosquito blood
White moonlight will also turn into white rice that sticks to your body
Whether you choose white roses or red roses, you will feel unhappy.
[This is a story about my friend. My female friend, Program Yuan, who graduated from overseas with a master's degree and works at BAT, has a sweet appearance and a soft personality.
There are red roses in my heart that represent the breakup and no contact for many years, but in reality there are white roses that are suitable for marriage.
It's not bad, it's just that I'm still in the selection stage and I'm very confused.
I believe she can make her own choice.
I used to be naive and thought that I must find someone who I love and who loves me. If there is no one, I must find someone who loves me. Only now do I realize how cruel reality is, how greedy human nature is, and how naive I am. Putting myself in my shoes, if I were my friend, I wouldn't know what to choose. Although I advised her to break up with White Rose, she might be able to meet the soul mate she likes, but with my friend's cute personality, she might still get entangled with White Rose.
The novel will be different from reality, because I am me and she is her. My novel must contain my thoughts.
... ... Sigh, but I haven't figured out the ending yet. I want to write a different ending. I hope you can comment more.
PS: Newbies are on the road, the full text is free, please comment, please lighten up]