Don't Wait Until the Tears Turn into the Sea

—☆— There are two kinds of love, one is when you want to hold his hand, walking on the street or in the supermarket, you cook, you watch TV and pick up food for each other, you are together, like a donkey, spinning around, grinding time into powder, and then kneading the dough with the powder, making buns and dumplings noodles, eating them to your heart's content; the other is far away, using a little weak imagination to put a touch of lipstick on these darkening years. —☆— She was really weak. Her boyfriend cheated on her, and her father got into a car accident and was diagnosed as a vegetative state in the hospital. For medical expenses, a contract tied him and her together. They were originally supposed to get what they needed, but who knew that her ex-boyfriend reappeared in front of her with his fiancée. She had no intention of involving him in the drama, but he told her to do the whole thing. In fact, she didn't dare to love him. He was too excellent and dazzling, and he was an existence that was beyond her reach. She was afraid that everything was just his whim, and that she would become his waste, so she pretended not to love him and pretended not to care. Forget what someone once said, don't dare to ask for a heart-to-heart encounter just because you are afraid of being hurt. —☆— Because, in this love, the one who is deeply affectionate has never been her. —☆— Ps: If you like this article, please [move] your little finger to let Yan's article enter your [bookshelf], thank you!