Waiting for the Time When a Flower Blooms

Women are like flowers. They bloom all their lives just to attract a passerby to stop and have a pair of sincere and gentle eyes. Until they wither, life passes away, and love also passes away. As this sentence says, the flowers have bloomed, and the dust and smoke have passed, and you don't know how much. She called him an old boy, and he called her a little woman. He was 8 years older than her. In a romantic game, he gave him a night of tenderness. After that, they got to know each other but did not fall in love. Even Yiyi didn't know whether they loved each other or not, but she knew very well that after this game, whoever fell in love first would suffer first, because it was not because of love, and they all had the mentality to kill loneliness. Women are always different from men. Women are always more emotional and passionate than men. So in this game, Yiyi knew that she lost. She had already fallen in love with this old boy without knowing it. I often lament whether such a story is the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end. This old boy, the former prodigal son, is willing to give you tenderness and be ambiguous with you, but he is always unwilling to give you a lifelong promise. He struggled for a year until one day he made a promise? ? ? The last day of the year...