Tide Addiction

[Damp and crazy batch × top-notch seduction] Song Yao had a coquettish and world-weary face. He saw everyone separated by a layer of fog, polite and distant, gentle and courteous. Only An Raoruo knew what was hidden under that layer of fog. The classmate said: "Your uncle is so flavorful." She relayed it casually and he heard it. He laughed, wrapped his hand around her slowly, and rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips: "What kind of flavor can a 43-year-old person have? The smell of age and decay?" After a pause, he looked down at her, and the fog in his eyes cleared. From that day on, something started to go wrong with An Raorao. The way he looked at her, the way he held her hand, the gentle kiss on her forehead late at night—— Every time she got stuck on the border, making her want to shout stop, but there was no reason. Until she found the photo album taken twenty years ago. It's all her. From one to twenty years old. From when she laughs, to when she cries, to when she falls asleep. "When I miss you, take a photo," he said, his voice very soft, "so that I can see you for a while longer." "After reading this, just continue to endure it." I endured it for five years. Finally I couldn't bear it anymore. "An Raorao, you have to love me." He put his hands against the corner, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "It's not that I want you to love—it's that you must love." She found out later. Some people's love is not tide, but moss. It breeds in the dark, silently, and by the time you find it, it has already covered the entire wall. Can't escape.