Why does a love have to end abruptly when the love reaches its extreme?
Who said that if you lower your heart to the dust, you can wait for a prosperous bloom?
If emotions and years could be like paper, gently torn into pieces and thrown into the whirlpool of the world, then she would be willing to avoid the intersection where she once met them and choose to walk alone.
This article is a slow read. The heroine is not perfect and can be considered selfish, but no one is perfect.
I haven't had the desire to write recently, so I'm taking a break from writing, maybe I'll update once a week.
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