Wait and Wait

Have you ever loved someone so much that you couldn't love them anymore? Have you ever waited for someone until you could no longer wait? When you no longer wait, do you choose someone to make do with? Or should we wait and wait for true love to come? In the cardamom years, love begins. Almost everyone has their own cardamom complex, deep or shallow. Shallow, like passing clouds and smoke, dissipating with the wind. Deep, the complex turns into love. I don't know why or when, she or he gradually integrates into your bone marrow, flowing with every strand of your blood circulation, and beating with every beat of your heart. Pleasure and pain are all close to the skin. Wen Junyao is Su Xiangdun's cardamom calamity. Unknowingly, he is like a cinnabar mole growing in his heart. It is bright red and enchanting. No one touches or asks about it. He secretly rejoices, misses and misses him. Every struggle, every cry, every pain is deeply engraved in the blood... When one day, I suddenly look back, I have to sigh silently. It turns out that in my fragile youth, every scene in the past is related to you. That memory is like a piece of grassland turning into desert year by year, and those scenes are like tiny pearls left in the dust. Occasionally, when you open it with concentration, you will find a slight brilliance, but it is not dazzling. The rest is all desolate...