She, an ordinary and ordinary girl, longs for a love that truly belongs to her. She does not seek wealth and wealth, she only wants to "hold the hand of her son and grow old with him", but God is always kidding her. ． ． ． ． ．
Can she still believe in love due to emotional betrayal?
The ignorance of youth, the youthfulness of first love, love is like the faint blue between the sky and the sea, which is out of reach, but yet so desired.
(I want to participate in the "Rainbow Cup" Women's Literature Original Essay Contest, but I chose the wrong series. It should be the "Jiufen Coffee Shop" series. Please help me correct it!)