Qi Yanyi often looks cold and emotionless.
Nan Rongyang knew this from a very young age. Speaking of which, he and Qi Yanyi grew up together. I have never seen him cry or laugh. He seems to have always been a calm lake, unable to make any waves.
Even at the family wedding where they graduated from college, he was like this. He calmly said I do, calmly put on the ring, and calmly hugged him.
After they got married, they lived their own lives. No matter how bastard Nan Rongyang was or if he didn't know etiquette, he wouldn't be angry. He would say one word - okay.
Nan Rongyang felt that this might be the case for him and himself in this life.
He didn't understand until he discovered some never-explored secrets buried at the bottom of the lake.
It is not the love that floats up and down in the lake with rough waves that is deep love. Some love can sink silently to the bottom of the lake for ten or twenty years.
Even if it hurts, even if it is sad, it is indifferent.
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"Nan Rongyang, my heart is not dead. I have you in my heart. Even if there is no place for me in your heart, it doesn't matter."
What a short short story! It will probably have more than fifty chapters, a mixture of sweetness and cruelty.
If you don't like it, don't spray it.
Intention: Love is deposited in the wreckage of time and will never be erased
