Library

Humans are complex animals. They are full of emotions and can be hurt at the same time. They lick their wounds alone in the lonely night. She is an excellent designer who is diligent, conscientious in work, and has a calm personality; she is also a rose with thorns who can only say "love" when she drinks excessively. When we met again, she said, "Maybe I won't be truly happy until I see you."

In everyone's youth, there is that one person you once liked but had to let go in the end. It was not lost to time, not lost to love, but lost to yourself.

"Do you know the consequences of taking only one scoop of three thousand weak water?" "No matter what the consequences, I accept it. I just want to forget the past and him." This kind of thing is just like the passing of time and it is difficult to find traces. Regardless of whether it is Wangchuan or weak water, I just want to take a swig and forget all the cause and effect. Out of love comes resentment, out of resentment comes hatred, out of hatred comes sorrow, and out of sorrow comes fear. If you drink only one gourd of weak water, you can only tolerate that one person in your heart, and you can only hate one person. The mixture of love and hate is like Hua Xu's dream. When he wakes up from the dream, everything is forgotten. The person in the dream and the things in the dream are all gone.