People say that a broken piece of jade is not perfect.
Shen Ting was abused, cold-blooded, discriminated against by his parents, bullied by his classmates, and targeted by others. Their eyes were like sharp knives on this beautiful piece of gold. Gradually, there were more and more flaws. He was finally overwhelmed and a gap appeared.
Her beautiful face was regarded as neither male nor female by her mother, and her gentle temperament was regarded as an annoying trick by others.
The gap in his piece of beautiful jade can no longer be repaired.
Until one day, he met Song Chuan, who was also abused by his parents. The two fell in love, as if they had grasped the seed of grass in their lives.
"All violence has a reason." Shen Ting thought.
"The application of violence is like force, it is mutual, it's just that one party becomes the recipient and the other party becomes the perpetrator." Song Chuan thought.
"Autumn has overcome my thoughts and whispered in your ear that I miss you." Shen Ting said.
"You are the carrier of the love that bursts out from my chest." Song Chuan replied.
The jade was broken, and Shen Ting was also broken.
It's snowing, and they are old together.
The flowers bloomed, and in each other's dreams, the two of them could be regarded as holding hands and growing old together.
There is still a sound when broken jade is thrown to the ground, but what if the flowers fall in the empty garden? At least you and I grow old together.
Concept: Broken jade still makes a sound when thrown to the ground, so what if the flowers fall in the empty garden? At least you and I grow old together.
