When she got on the car on the way back, she felt sick to her stomach and her whole heart was tumbling. There were other people sitting next to her. She couldn't understand that she was leaving the most important person in her life, but she was sitting in the car on the way back without any problems. There was no car accident, cancer, heartache, or even the sun appearing in the southeast corner on time at three o'clock in the afternoon. She felt numbness in her arm, and she wished it was the kind that had been broken off, so that she could at least know what the pain of skin-cutting pain was.
She couldn't do well. Life seems to have begun to set sail, and it seems that there will be no tomorrow.
Purpose: If life is destined to be an ineffective defense against reality, I hope that the end point of my conversion will be you and freedom.