When I met Lin Dongyan, it was the darkest moment in my life.
Even many years later, I still remember that handsome boy with quiet eyebrows. When I met him, I felt like I had encountered a ray of light.
So, until he asked me if I had ever hated him when we broke up, I shook my head firmly.
Dong Yan, I don't hate you, I just can't forgive you.
That period of wandering youth finally roared past like a train with a rustling sound, leaving me alone in a daze.
If none of us made a mistake, why did we end up separated in the end?
I wrote this copy late one night.
When my fingers typed this sentence on the keyboard, I felt indescribably bitter and uncomfortable.
Perhaps, some feelings, even if they are betrayed, will still have a place in my heart.
Thank you very much Yaoyao for making this cover for me, I like it very much.
The warm sunshine on the cover always makes me have the illusion that the sad days and strong hatred in the past are just phantoms.
Indeed, the sunshine in this world is still so soft, and I still have reasons to smile.
Really want to.
In the afternoon, make a cup of hot tea and slowly tell this somewhat distressing story to everyone.
I also ask readers who are lucky enough to see this article among millions of works in Jinjiang to read it patiently.
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