If she had not been discouraged by the bullying, and he had not rebelled in the slander; if he could not see her helplessness, and she did not instinctively indulge in him; if she was really afraid of him, he would be cruel enough to hurt her; if the situation continued to go bad...
However, the two of them met and pulled each other out of various difficulties. Along the way, she gained a lot, but lost him at the age when she was most afraid of losing.
There is a flower in my heart that has been carefully cared for. At the moment when it is about to bloom, it is torn away indiscriminately and cruelly, leaving only thorns scattered, piercing the bottom of my heart. Sometimes, I wonder if all this is fake. So, I cut my heart open to see if he was still there. However, my heart has been turned to pieces, but I still can't see the trace of the flower.
In any case, I think we should still be grateful for the years we supported each other.
Intention: In this vast universe, we are indeed as small as dust, but from the perspective of my dust, your dust is as boundless as the universe!