When I fell in love with Shen Qing for the third time, I already knew that there was no cure for me.
I always wonder, when I wrote the title of this article calmly and with no expression on my face, have I already accumulated all my past and all my love? I smiled faintly and picked up the slightly hot milk at hand. The faint heat was gently blown away by me, as if it was originally in the air and finally merged with the air quietly and disappeared. Just like all my love, I thought, and then smiled, it was like, it was originally produced in love like boiling water, but it could only become the vapor of that love, evaporate and rise, and finally merge into the air and disappear.
Perhaps, no one has ever cared about the water vapor produced in milk.
However, that is my love.
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