A story told from youth to bitterness
A relaxing and sad story
A story that likes to abuse the heart in all aspects but not the body
A story about "reality"
In my memory, I always see that cold but forbearing young man, saying wordlessly: I love you, but I am not worthy of you.
There is also a face as handsome as a sculpture, looking arrogant and domineering: Su Qingyun, you are mine, and you can only be mine.
What I always want to rely on is a gentle and indulgent smile, and a figure as elegant as that prince: If you are tired, just look back, I will always be behind you
I also remember that in the early summer of that year, you and I met for the first time. Perhaps then, the inevitable fate was laid.
I also remember when that lively and innocent smiling face changed its appearance and heart.
Are some people destined not to be happy? She thought happiness was in reality, but found that reality was deceiving herself.
I had no choice but to ask the sky, but the sky said, I gave you strength, but you didn't dare to break through.
In the end, I still laughed wildly and shed tears. It turned out that I just didn't have the courage...