Everyone knows about love, but they don't understand that love is prone to disaster.
Everyone knows that love is prone to disaster, but they don't understand that disaster can only lead to ashes.
When Angela was escorted onto the stage, she still straightened her back and raised her chin slightly. I looked at her slightly petite figure and said, Ivan, have you ever tried to love someone. I knew that Ivan must still be standing behind me calmly at this moment, with his back straight. I also know that now he doesn't dare to say anything, he just looks at me in confusion. But at this moment, I didn't have the mind or the mood to respond to him, so I just let my sight blindly stay on a point in the distance, as if facing him and myself, and stubbornly repeated it again -
Have you ever tried to love someone?
With a dull sound, I turned my head and didn't want to look anymore. The sunlight at noon was bright and somewhat dazzling, but unfortunately the prison walls were too high and too thick, cutting off too much light. It was just like when I first met Angela, it was dark and dull.
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