I have always clearly remembered the sentence in "Wei Feng·Meng": We will grow old together, and the old will make me resentful. I also remember what the teacher said, you see, the man holding Bumousi had a purpose from the beginning. When you fall in love with someone, everything becomes blind. How much courage it takes to marry someone. The transition was difficult. The future is confusing. Even if you love me at this moment, what about the future? I'm sorry, it's not that I don't have confidence in you, I just don't have confidence in the future. People say that if you have wine today, you will be drunk now. Forgive me for focusing on the future, because a woman's heart will never be so free and easy. The accumulation of sweetness will only make the wound fester even more. In the future, will we grow old together and make me resentful, or will we hold hands and grow old together?
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