When I first met her, she was squatting on the roadside watching the ants move with great interest, and talking to the ants from time to time.
When I saw her again, she was napping in the conference room, her notes soaked with saliva.
What she didn't know was that she was his only concern in his wandering life these past few years.
He didn't know that he was a ray of light in her dark life these past few years.
When I got closer to her, I found that she had been in prison for two years. What was even more distressing was that she was actually someone's mistress.
Where should this spring story go...
Intention: You will always wait for the spring in your life