"A person only has one heart, and one heart can only hold the capacity for the next person."
Gu Yang didn't look at Qiu Luan, his eyes rested on the ashes in the stove.
On the paper, those who are fascinated, those who are smiling, those who are serious, those who play guitar, those who run, those who are sleeping... Disappear one by one.
They are like witnesses of a dream of mine, but they eventually disappear into the world with the wind.
If you keep thinking about it, there will be echoes but it will remain in the plot. As for Chen Jiu, he will never know it in his life.
Just like Gu Yang before, he was lacking in strength.
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The blue waves rippled, rolling over the girl's heart.
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My dear, my heart, which has been left empty by studies under the dust of years, will always be instantly filled with everything you have.
Even though he knew that it would end without any cure, he still had no reservations for that little bit of sweetness.
In the late winter of next year, there will still be a rain, and it will rain so hard that it will make people feel sick.
What has changed is that you are no longer in my world.
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What if I met you earlier than him?
Qiu Luan could never forget the pain that spread from the nerve endings to the whole body because of her crying.
Yes, he liked Gu Yang. He looked at the sky and the earth, the mountains and the sea of people, and all he could see was that sad and stubborn face.
Maintaining a relationship that he thought was more than friends but not lovers, Qiu Luan kept pretending, pretending to accomplish nothing, and pretending to be idle until the end if possible.
If you don't love, you can be unscrupulous, it's always been like this.
Concept: Regret is perfection in another sense.