My past flows by like a river. Though I have always drifted along without a ripple, beneath the surface lie hidden currents.
All these years, I've thought of you without even realizing it, in moments of happiness and in moments of sorrow.
I've never understood what I mean to you, or what my feelings for you really are.
I think no one in this world has ever treated you as well as I have, only to hear you say, “We're just friends.”
After all these years apart, can I still be with you now?
After all these years apart, are we still the same people we used to be?
The student union president with a face like a melon. . . Why does the author know my nickname when I was in school? It's so strange~~
I just wanted to prove that I was here~~
Many novels are shadows in our minds, a fantasy of ourselves, imperfect, but proud and unique in the world. The Luoluo in your heart is a woman who is strong on the outside and weak on the inside. Even if the big things happen, she will still say "What does it have to do with me?". How can such a woman not make people fall in love and want to protect her? A man's desire to conquer is most vividly reflected in a woman. Such a Luo Luo does not welcome or refuse, she is not an emotional expert, she is just waiting for the only flower that belongs to her. Even if it is really a cactus flower, I still have to hold him in my arms to warm him. Even if he is bruised and bleeding in the end, he is still infected by the joy of loving. It's not that Luoluo doesn't love her, it's just where is he.
Xiaobei supports you... Come on and write... No need to force progress... Only with the most natural and true emotions can you write your own novel... After you finish writing, I will recommend the school to my classmates...
Ah ha ha ha. I like it. Come on, Xiaobei!!
LZ's writing is very good~ Come on. Author's reply: Thank you thank you~~