I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper...
He had once envied his doting on his brother. Just to please him, he concealed his original temperament and imitated his brother in every move. In the end, it was still no more than an item and he passed it on to another person.
Maybe life is like this, he learns to act coquettishly and laugh around others, and learns to use himself to bewitch others. As long as it is his wish, what can't he do?
Ignore the occasional waves in his eyes, devote your life to his hands, and just want to ask one last time: If I saw you first, would you fall in love with me first? Love me like a lover?
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