Sadness is an accident,
It was like meeting, but by chance.
The winter of 1999 was extremely cold. Mi Xiaoying's rosy face was filled with smiles under the dim light. The breath he exhaled condensed into mist, covering his flying short hair. The pure black eyes seemed to be dripping with water. The angle of raising the head is just right. Just reaching Xu Qingting's graceful jaw.
At that time, Mi Xiaoying probably didn't even think that she was used to this posture. In many, many days to come. Stalemate, painful.
This is a story about secret love and choice.
When we are young, we always love someone stubbornly. That person has always lived deeply in our hearts, so far, reincarnation.
Xu Qingting is a beautiful young man, he is excellent, he is outstanding, but he is so out of reach. However, Mi Xiaoying fell in love with her without hesitation. I have always liked it and it has become a habit. I am used to pain for him and abandon many, many things for him.
If liking becomes a habit, then it's love, right?
Loving and waiting.
The waiting process is long and arduous, breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly, trying hard to become what he wants for him, maybe only in this way can he stand beside him in an excellent posture.
There are many people around, there are accidents, surprises, and choices.
Should you change your posture to pursue happiness? If it is very close to you, only a turn away from you. . .