Why do we read and why do we write?
It's nothing more than weaving dreams for yourself and escaping reality
If you are twenty to twenty-five years old, then you may have a little vague understanding. Don't be frightened, you still have so much hope. He may be standing on the street corner taking shelter from the rain, or he may be holding the hanging ring in your hand.
If you, who are reading this article, are like me, a busy woman who is tired of men being boring or vulgar, and still dreaming about little girls' dreams, then you will feel sad. Every bit of it is your helplessness, forbearance, loneliness, fear and compromise.
I will give this article a happy ending
You can rest assured of this. Because this is a daydream of a cautious single woman. Done from a man's perspective.