It is most romantic when the sky is not yet dark, and people are most natural when they are neither far nor near. When I was young, my words often failed to express my feelings, and when I grew up, my words did not mean what I meant.
Many people like you because you are pretty, good-looking, and sensible, while some people like you because they see you cry and understand your embarrassment. I hold a small lamp, sit next to you, take out delicious elixirs from the storage bag, and want to give you my shoulders and candies.
"Don't listen to anyone else, you are already great."
I know that Master cannot be my lover, but I am honored to be able to blossom through him.
I kept running just to catch up with myself who had high hopes for me back then. Morning and evening go together with the years, and then I will walk with you to the light of day. The street lights in the distance turn on and off, the Milky Way tilts, and a bunch of stars fill the sky.
Read oneself, surpass oneself, please oneself, self-examination, self-awakening, tasteless, meaningless and fearless.
"You overestimate me. You are the only one I have." Jue Mo hugged Qi Leng into his arms. The gentlest words he ever said were: "You don't have to grow into a rose. If you like, you can be a jasmine, a daisy, a nameless flower, or thousands of others."
I said to my master when I was a boy: "I will not leave you just because of your bad side. In fact, when I see you being secretive and feeling uneasy and aggrieved, I want to hold you tighter."
Snow falls every year. Snow falls slowly and slowly every year.
Two people miss each other and are showered with snow at the same time. This life can be regarded as the same.
I prefer to care about the world, help each other along the way, and then tell stories one after another. This type is very immersive. The main thing is to have rich emotions. In various daily stories with the children of various immortal sects and sword sects in the mainland, Qi Leng finally became a generation of sword sects.
There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
Suddenly I like the word "jingkongglan". Love at first sight is too superficial, and love over time is too pale. Others may look at you, but I only peek at you.
[Strong and strong] [Mutual redemption] [When it hurts in the bottom of my heart, don't talk about being xed, be strong and sensitive, pretend to be strong and attack]
Intention: Lonely, needing the company of someone who doesn't need words