Looking in the Mirror Whose Face

It seems that everything has been arranged, including encounters and partings. "It's so noisy!" When they met for the first time, the first words he spoke were cold and cruel. Stunned, she looked up and saw him, this young man who seemed to be far away in the sky. "It's so noisy..." Lying in his arms, she smiled with tears in her eyes, feeling sad and reluctant to let go. The red rope of fate spans two entire time and spaces, tying the fingertips of the destined person. What kind of intersection is needed to make these two distant hearts blend? What kind of pain does it take to make the feelings engraved in the bone marrow dissipate in quietly falling tears? "Looking in the mirror, whose face is it?" Whose inner voice is it pouring out? . . —————— Dear friends who pass by this small pit, if you think you can continue reading, please help me collect the article... Ah! How dare you ask for rewards or anything like that? Just dump something. La la la...╰(￣▽￣)╮ Don't forget to leave your footprints...