That tenderness of bowing her head pierced her chest and turned into a hard wound.
From now on, I searched and searched, but couldn't find it.
It's not that I don't love, it's that I don't dare to love.
It's not that old love is unforgettable, but that old wounds are not healed.
Will the entanglement in my heart, like the tangled roots of an old tree, be resolved one day?
Also: After the chapters are merged, there is a lot of space at the back. Maybe there will be time to add Su Mo's story in the future.
My column:
The end of the ancient proverb: Poke vigorously~
Intention: