I am a sick man whose life is not long.
She is a swordsman with a bright future and loves to travel around the world.
When I was seriously ill, she couldn't believe there were such fragile monks in the world.
By a strange combination of circumstances, we became Taoist couples.
We communicated frequently, I was often at home and she was often out.
The communication gradually became closer. I was unconscious due to an accident and could not reply to her in time.
When I woke up, I hurriedly replied to her letter. He didn't want her to know that he was sick again.
When I was reading in the evening, she burst in through the door with wind and anger.
"I just went out to a secret place. Why are you so clingy? Why are you so angry? I sent you five letters in a row and didn't reply to me? Are you so brave?"
I don't. I'm not angry with her.
I looked at her blankly, feeling a little aggrieved.
"Crying again? Don't cry!"
I didn't cry.
But she kissed me and bit my lower lip.
Purpose: Love life and improve yourself