Zhaogong, who returned from a three-month absence, immediately went to find his beloved.
The room was messy, and Xu Sheng sat on the chair on the balcony, "You're back? Can I leave?"
The lake scenery is variegated, and the seesaw in the park became a secret base that was not secret when I was a child.
Turn off the lights to show your true feelings. Ask your parents if they agree.
It is cruel to compare a seemingly happy family with a family that disdains happiness.
The entanglement of love and hate, the drastic change in temperament.
"Zhao Gong, you know, there is not one person in this world who can still be the same person."
Xu Sheng faced the sea in despair, "Do you think I can't get out? No, I still have a glimmer of hope."
Xu Sheng: "Love that is stubborn and self-righteous is not called love."
Xiao Zhaogong: "Playing with profit first is not called playing."
Hell cultivated a little devil, who met a little angel and fell deeply in love with him, and never did evil again.
The price was high. The devil imprisoned the angel, and the angel lost himself.
What makes them miserable? Is it love? Or hate?
Short story
(Attack) Zhaoxu X (Suffer) Xu Sheng
A lot of memories
The protagonist's personality changes greatly as the plot is recalled.
Ending: [empty]
Saving manuscript...
Purpose: To cross others first to cross oneself
