I have a book of old stories from the south of the city, where my love begins and ends. Old things cannot be brought up again, but when I dream back at midnight, what haunts me is still the quiet town and the young man with a wanton smile.
Our love was not favored, so I left him and fled abroad. My illness became more and more serious, and each sleeping pill after another failed to work as well as those unanswered text messages. Later, I worked hard to study psychology, but I had no idea how to deal with my illness. Because my father was a complete lunatic. He thought it was because of my appearance that he killed my mother. He burned me with cigarette butts and whipped me with whips. I couldn't be normal. As I grow older, I learn to pretend to be a normal person and try to imitate their appearance. It's sad, isn't it? In fact, I wanted to die, but I have a grandfather who loves me, and I was afraid that he would be sad, so I endured it. When I was eighteen years old, I met a young man, and suddenly, I couldn't bear to die.
Fate is always unfair. After we separated, he looked for me for ten years. At the age of twenty-eight, I finally couldn't stand it any longer. At the end of the halo, I seemed to see the boy again. He ran towards me and shouted my name. It's really strange. We have been together for less than a year and have only been in love for three months. How could he love me so much? He searched for me all over the world, but I almost died in his arms in the end. If I died, would he always love me? I don't know, because he still loves me and we are married.
I gradually realized that he was my good medicine. I love you, Zhu Zheyan
Motto: Love is good medicine