(Little white text, with the participation of some characters from Internet King, no competition plot, the plot is terrible, so be careful!!!)
Who met whom when you were most beautiful? When you love someone deeply, who will be by your side? How much time does love give you to meet and separate, to choose and regret? It's not that I'm not heartbroken, it's not that I don't regret it, it's that there is no time to hug each other anymore.
Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness; meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness; meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh; meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness.
The petals of memories pass over the lake of my heart, creating ripples. Love is not a thousand words, nor is it day and night. Love is when I wake up from a dream in the middle of the night and find that what I care about is you far away.
The people walking around us may be waiting for a kind of realization, waiting for the right time to meet again. If the time is right, you will fall in love with him. Fortunately, you still meet him in this life. (Excerpt)