One summer, an uninvited guest broke into my life. He seriously told me that I was not a trash cat. The sun shone in. I felt myself gradually becoming warmer, um, warmer, and I knew my heart was moved.
When I used up all the girlish thoughts in adolescence to write all the secret love plots, a plane ticket took him away. I felt the bubble burst, and after the sun was blocked by dark clouds, I woke up from my dream.
He may not be my green mountain, but just grass and trees.
He came back to me, but I don't intend to be so humble and forgive him for walking away.
--The male protagonist's perspective
I fell in love with a girl at first sight.
A very cheesy chapter. I stubbornly believe that she is my future and she will definitely be.
It would be great if life could be written in a few sentences as lightly as a novel.
But I made a wrong decision.
I still can't forget her, I'm done. I think.
She wasn't going to forgive me. I can predict it.
I wish you peace and good health.
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Prepare a minefield
Novice writers can jump in at any time, and I may not be able to continue writing.
There is no guarantee that it is he
The entire text is from the female protagonist's perspective.
From "Mahayana Mystical Theory": I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I only see you as a green mountain.
Purpose: Mutual progress