Goodbye, My Lover Who Does Not Belong to Me

I once fell into happiness that did not belong to me, delusional that my kite was always in my hands and would never disappear from my sight. Was I too careless, or did I take possession of things that did not belong to me. I kept convincing myself that I wasn't that bad, stealing someone else's prince, but just being stubborn and censoring my fantasy. Later I found out I was wrong for seven years. After losing her parents, she relied on him like a life-saving straw and gradually fell in love with him. It was easy to fall in love with him because she thought he loved her too. She would never take the initiative to realize that he hesitated to talk to her, and gradually became impatient. Is this the fault of her slowness? So you're not to blame for their betrayal? He was proud, she said. He said they were China's modern version of Pride and Prejudice. She laughed at him, only arrogant, but not prejudiced. He said to her: "I am not late in your life, I have always been there, but your stubbornness has shut me out. But you are destined to be mine, even if there are many annoying obstacles in the way." They are enemies. But in love, lovers break up and become enemies, and enemies can eventually become lovers. In the face of love, no one can be a prophet. Goodbye, my love.