[About 99.9% Of the endings are be]
Rabbit silk: namely "dodder", a parasitic vine. Oats: A wild wheat. Rabbit silk has the name silk but cannot be woven, and oatmeal has the name wheat but cannot be eaten. A metaphor for something in name only.
-The lively rabbit girl x the cold and aloof tiger boy
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With the cool and comfortable autumn wind in his ears, under the maple tree, the young man lowered his head and looked at the girl with red eyes in front of him. He felt that everything happened too suddenly and he had no time to think.
"Tanyan, don't you think it's the same with or without me?"
"Indeed."
"..."
Chi Mai, who was holding back her tears, could no longer hold back her heart as her heart twisted. She looked at the boy in front of her in disbelief. The words she spoke in a cold and clean voice were so piercing. Chi Mai was silent for a long time. When the air around her felt suffocating, she raised her head and smiled.
"You care so much about a rabbit, why can't you care more about me?"
"……."
"You speak"
"The rabbit will die but you won't."
Chi Mai's rabbit eyes widened with a hint of anger. She felt as if she had never understood the young man in front of her. The warmth he brought to him was like the autumn wind, which was comfortable but always had a sense of alienation.
"That's it, I'm tired."
Chi Mai no longer wanted to stay under the suffocating maple tree, so she turned around and left. Her panicked steps and blurred eyes made her ignore the veins on the boy's arms, while Tan Yanhong looked at Chi Mai's back until he disappeared without saying a word.
Many years later, a cold man with clear features like sculptures and angular features shed his pride in front of the hospital bed, and looked at the pale and lifeless girl in front of him with red and almost crazy eyes.
"Would you like to eat oats, Sisi? Just pay attention to me, okay?"
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"I always love you without telling everyone"
"I always wanted everyone to know that I love you."
Concept: The meaning of youth is that you are fantasizing every second, and the next second is always unpredictable
