This is a lily article, many of which are based on the author's personal experience, but not all.
She is D. She makes me love and hate her at the same time, but everything has changed now. For her, what she can't get is white moonlight, and what she can get is neon lights. Everything has its freshness. Once the freshness wears off, I am nothing.
I am the kind of person who fights to the end, and I will be deeply devoted to her, but it is true that whoever takes it seriously first will lose. Maybe from beginning to end, I am just a tool to kill her boring time.
Intention: Dare to love and hate is what the heart wants