[Well-known writer
(I thought you and I were his substitutes, but I didn't expect you to be the most unique existence)
We still don't really understand what love is. Is it reliance on familiar things or the pursuit of new excitement.
In the fierce collision of commitment, responsibility and reality, what is the true pursuit of eternity?
A giver who has a deep understanding of love due to the breakdown of his original family, is obsessed with loving to prove his ability to love.
How can a disbeliever who has been accustomed to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships in a life of luxury and dissipation since he was a child believe in the existence of love in the world?
"But you only fall in love with your own bright eyes, and use yourself as fuel to feed the flames in your eyes. ——Shakespeare"
(The author has started school, to be continued, and will be updated from time to time)
Concept: The love-hate relationship between a writing tycoon and a top star
