You Just Don't Love Me Anymore

For adults, three years is like an arrow, time flies, and it is fleeting; for children, it is a long time, and the days are like years, and the shadows are like years; and for Li Yan, it is like a vicissitudes of life, as if he was reincarnated in another life. It has been three years, and along the way, there have been ups and downs of gratitude and resentment, and the excitement and loneliness have all been accepted by one person. She is living a good life now, her heart is as calm as water, and she is calm. As for the past, no matter how much I laugh, it is hard to forget how I shed tears. However, under the guidance of a psychiatrist for more than one year and nearly two years, I chose to let it go and never mention it again. It has been three years, and now she only thinks of the past occasionally, not misses it. Although it is only a word difference, it took her three years of unremitting efforts.