My enemies sent a microblogging with two photographs, the first of which was a microblogging screenshot, which I sent to Song Tai Ik to beg him to come back to me after the break-up, a long and long passage, and each word with a symbol that I had trampled on my self-esteem and dignity under my feet, and the second with a picture of Song Tai Ik to skin her shrimp.
Her essay says, “hhhhhhhhh, and this is what other girls think. It’s not like it’s the same thing.
My world collapsed in that instant.
One.
I suddenly realized I didn’t love him.
It’s a wonderful feeling, the love that lives with you day and night, and you look at him, you can’t get any more in the heart, you can’t shake any of his little moves before, and you look at him like you’re looking at any other man on the road.
But I didn’t show up, and I took good care of him, and at 7:00 a.m. I was ready for breakfast on the dining room table, a nice, warm and white cupboard on the bedside, a toothpaste toothbrush in the bathroom, and before I left, I used the remote control to put a little more up the low air-conditioning temperature, and then stood at the door of the bedroom and said, “I’m going to work first. I’m sorry.
I turned around and walked away.
I’ve recently taken on a new project, a team that’s been busy, and it’s almost 1:00 in the morning, waiting for the initial details to be processed.
I suddenly found out that I hadn’t thought of him at all.
It’s not normal, and I remember when I first graduated, and I spent that time with a college-leaving senior, and that’s the same, and I’m busy late at night, but I’m texting him every hour about my dynamics, and I’ll tell him I’m probably busy tonight at around six, so he doesn’t wait for me, even if I’m too busy at night.
But I didn’t think of him once today, and I opened the micro-letter and he sent me an additional message at 7:00, asking when I would return, and I didn’t see it.
I returned his message never more than three minutes ago.
I’m working on it, I’m hesitant, I haven’t got back to him.
He came out of the company’s door and leaned long in front of his big G, with a strong contours in the dark, looking down at his cell phone, and he started smoking again.
In fact, I hated him for smoking, because his father died of liver cancer, and when I started with him, I kept him from smoking, and he used to pick his eyebrow, and he looked at me with a smiley radiant in his mouth, and I couldn’t miss it.
I can’t handle him, I know.
Love is always the person you love the most. It’s been an imbalance from the beginning, and I’m putting myself too low, so I can’t control him.
And I came near, and he thought of things, and I came to him, and he did not find me, and I said, “What brings you?” I’m sorry.
And he returned to his eyes, and then, in a panic, he took down the horns of his mouth, and crushed them under his feet. It was only then that We discovered the smoke on the ground, and we did not know how many of them he had smoked, but he used to try to persuade him to suck less, move his lips, or not speak.
I’m desperate to find out that I don’t care about him anymore.
He looked at me for a while, as if he were waiting for something, and his eyes were as though they had been plowed in darkness, and he turned to dust, and he smoked too much, so his voice was a little mute, and he said, “I will pick you up.” “You did not return my news.” I’m sorry.
I took a look at my cell phone and said, “I was too busy to see it.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk. Pull the door and let me up.
It’s just that I’ve never been so kind before, and I’ve been too easy and too low in love for him, and I think the surest thing for him is that I’ll never leave him.
So come on, go on, this kind of overtime to pick me up late at night, except for the time when he felt guilty.
Two.
When I got in the car, I looked out the window, and the lights came out, and the whole car was quiet, and I remembered, he was a little cold, and I used to talk when two people were alone. He talks, he answers me once in a while, but now I’m tired.
Quietly, he asked me, “Have you eaten? I’m sorry.
I um, didn’t ask him to eat.
When he woke me up, I didn’t know when he fell asleep, and he looked at me and said, “Are you tired lately?” If you’re tired, you can rest. It’s okay if you don’t go to work. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
And I asked him when he was too tired, when he was on the right track, and I was tired of dying all day, and the company’s factional struggle was exhausting, so I came back after working overtime, and I took his waist, and asked him, “How about I resign and give you a chance to support me?” I’m sorry.
And he smiled and beat me in the head, and he said, “Come on, little king.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask that stupid thing again, and now he says, I look at him and laugh and don’t talk.
Just like he used to.
I used to love him so much, and my friends who loved him so much as to make fun of me, saying, “Don’t go too far.” I’m sorry.
But I’m like a moth that crashes into the flames, and I knew from the moment I saw him.
When I met Song Taiji, I only heard his name before. He was a big A, he had a heartless temper and a handsome face, a schoolgirl whose girlfriends were said to be as numerous as the Qianjiang, and who in the end I could win the throne of the palace, and I thought for a long time, only fate.
Destiny happened to him when he met me at the most difficult time of his life, when he was able to take care of himself, and when fate happened, he never met a second fool like me who was good to him.
So I became his girlfriend, and I spent seven years in a row, shaking off my chin and that of his friends.
According to one of his friends, we are not in the same world at all.
I’m a man with a clear purpose, a man of excellent performance, and I have a reasonable plan for every step of my life. He’s not the same. He’s a careless man for everything. He’s always a step-by-step man. Not only is he scattered, but he has a heart, he walks in the flowers and flowers of the world, and leaves are on his body and never caressed.
Oh, no, it’s been a long time.
When I met him, he had just ended his relationship, and then, even if I had spent seven years with Song Taru, Gudsun was the only one who made me hear names like enemies.
I think it’s the only girl he’s moved and loved.
The first time I met Song Tse-Iwa was at an association event, he was halfway down on the front of the community, playing with his cell phone, and the side of his face was like a knife. I couldn’t help but look at it with two more eyes, and the schoolgirl was half envious and lamented: “It’s Song Tsi-Iwa, waiting for his girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
I looked at her in the direction of her step-banu, a tall, long back, without seeing the face, but I thought it was pretty.
The second time I met him was outside the school in the middle of the night, I went to Beijing on behalf of the school to participate in a joint competition at the university, and I went back to the school night after the event, which was late in the night and raining, and I came down from a taxi and ran into the school door with rain and met him at the door.
I didn’t recognize him at first, and there was a dark shadow in the corner of the school, and I hesitated to turn on the backlight of his cell phone and look at it. He was unconsciously leaning on the corner, and rain washed his hair and put it on his forehead, without the pretentious and uninspiring a bit of pitiful.
I think it’s a little stunned to see him. I didn’t even hesitate. I called a cab and took him to the hospital.
He drank too much wine and the heavy rains caused a high fever, and then I used to joke with him about his life.
I don’t know if I picked it up. I just knew I almost got my life in there.
I stood by him until he woke up, and his eyes were a little stunned, and I laughed at his bed, and I said, “Hello, I’m Master Song. I’m Wang Sei. Last night I spent $2,456, I spent $147 for a cab. I’m sorry.
When he returned to his eyes, he smiled, and the careless spirit came back, and my heart beats like thunder.
He lived in the courtyard for seven days, and every day I delivered him chicken soup to the day he was discharged from the hospital, and he finally remembered my name, and he laughed at his lips, asking, “Are you chasing me?” I’m sorry.
The sun came through a small window, and I saw the small dust in the air, and I pretended to be calm, and I asked him, “You just saw it? I’m sorry.
Then We pursued him for six months and three days, and on the fourth day, it was Christmas, and we ate together in a restaurant outside the school. I was gushing him shrimp with my heart, and then I heard him say, “All together, Wang Zei.” I’m sorry.
I peeled my shrimp hand for a long time, and I didn’t look up, and I kept saying, “Okay. I’m sorry.
This is a very modest and modest start.
He didn’t say he liked it, he didn’t say he loved it, he was so gentle, I ran to him.
But I was really happy after dinner and I took a cab to the hospital for an hour.
Because I’m allergic to seafood.
It’s really fun.
3
The next day I woke up at 8:00 a.m. and it was very late, probably because the night before yesterday, and I was lying on the back, even with the covers.
He was afraid of the heat, and the air-conditioning temperature in the house was always the lowest, and I was not used to living together, often frozen in the middle of the night and then drilled into his arms with a blanket, and my hands and feet climbed up like a fireplace.
He was impatient at first, because he didn’t get used to it, and every time I went through it, he pushed me away, but I didn’t know how long it would take, so I was pushed up a few times a night, but I couldn’t change it, and he was used to it.
But I don’t know what’s going on lately, since I realized it’s been about four or five months, and that’s when I woke up in the morning.
Suddenly it turns out that I haven’t woken up in his arms for a long time, and every night when I get lost and cold, I try to squeeze myself up.
Even if he was with me, even if I could feel the heat not far away, even unconscious in my sleep, I did, for a long time, not roll over to him again.
It’s really not a good sign.
It was rare today for him to get up before me, to walk unspeakably on the carpet with his bare feet, to see him smoke on the balcony, and in the early morning, his eyebrow was locked in his head, probably with a heart attack, and that face was as handsome as it was when I first saw it, and I looked at it for half a day, and then I found my heart calm and without a vortex.
He seemed to have felt my sight, carrying a cigarette against my eyes, and two people facing each other in a glass, silently and from a distance, until the ash in his mouth became a long line, and he took it down and pressed it in the ashtray.
And when the smoke spreads, he comes in, and I say, “Let’s smoke less.” I’m sorry.
He was quiet for a long time, and I heard his low, umm, and by the time I brushed my teeth, he had bought his breakfast back, and there was a bungalow a distance from the district. He said that the bun was the best, and I had bought it for him every day.
And I asked him what it was, and he said, two crab powders and two lobsters, which I used to buy for him, and I put back half of my buns, and he asked me with a bit of surprise and a silent sarcasm. I was really tired, and then suddenly fell down, and I said, “I am allergic to the sea.” I’m sorry.
Actually, it’s a lot better now, and probably over the years he’s had too many shrimps and crabs, and there’s antibodies in his body. All these years I’ve put up with the past, but now all of a sudden, all of a sudden I can’t take what I’ve been through.
He looked at me and looked at me for a long time, and I thought that I should have strung my arms up and kissed him on the lips before he looked at my words so attentively. He moved slightly, raised his hand, probably to touch my head, or my cheek, and my body reacted before consciousness, and I took a quick step back and avoided his hand.
And his hands remained in the middle of the air, and I saw him breathing deep across his side very quickly, and when he turned his back, he said, “Whatever you like, I will go back and buy.” I’m sorry.
We all stayed calm and perplexed, and I said, “No, I’ll go to the kitchen and fry a bag of eggs. I’m sorry.
He didn’t speak, I saw his hand on his side, and he had a fist. He wasn’t a good-tempered man. I’ve seen him angry with someone before. When I was in college, I met a dirty guy who almost killed someone and paid for his medicine.
Later on, when he graduated as a business starter, he put up with it for a while, and then the business went big, and few people were able to act in front of him, usually with more people.
And when We thought he was about to explode, he smiled, and said, “Well, we’ll go out later, we’ll have a change of season, and much of the household will be refilled.” I’m sorry.
To be honest, I was disappointed when he put up with it.
We were together for seven years, and he knew each other. He must have noticed my anomaly and my apathy. I really wanted him to start a fire and then pointed at me and said, “What’s wrong with you, will you say it?” I’m sorry.
Then I can just say, “I don’t love you anymore. Let’s break up.” I’m sorry.
Too bad he didn’t ask. I didn’t say.
I went to the supermarket this afternoon, and I’ve always had one thing to do about going to the supermarket, because it’s a very normal couple who’s been pushing his shopping cart to buy household goods with him. When I used to go to the supermarket with him, I hated to spend all day in it with him, and every three steps I walked, I asked him, “Is this a good look? “This is so cute in the kitchen. “Look at that. Let’s buy a couple’s toothbrush. “This one must look good on the door.” I’m sorry.
He’s got to shut up for five minutes.
I can’t control my joy around him, and I want to think that it’s best to share it with him, that it’s from the heart, like it’s around him, whatever it is, even if it’s just breathing.
I’m a grown-up, cold man.
But it took me half an hour today to look at the shopping cart and find out that I didn’t say a word to him today, nor did I add anything but necessities. I said to him, “All bought, go back.” I’m sorry.
When he came to his home, he said, “Are you tired recently? Take an annual leave after this project. We’ll travel to Morocco. Don’t you always want to go? I’m sorry.
He added, “What he said earlier was not a joke when he told you to resign and I raised you.” I’m sorry.
To be honest, I’m a bit depressed, and Song Tae-suk is actually a very sentimental person who is most afraid of responsibility, of burden, of my feelings, and now of my life.
I’d probably appreciate it if he could say that before, but not now.
“No, I like what I do now.” I’m sorry.
Such a refusal is too direct and embarrassing, especially since I have rejected him only a few times, as if I had unwittingly changed my position with Song Pujii, and I am the one who has been distracted, and he is the one who has been indifferent.
I saw him take a deep breath, and I said, “He’s really not a good-tempered man, but he did, and then he said, “What about Morocco?” Let’s take a vacation while you’re done. I’m sorry.
And I smiled, and said, “I went to Song Kai-lwa, and I went there four years ago alone. I’m sorry.
4
We had a big break-up, but for seven years, I had to part with him many times, but the only one that really said the word “break-up” was the one four years ago.
It was a terrible break-up, and in that time I almost exhausted all my expectations and enthusiasm for life and once suspected that I would not survive.
Four years ago, when I started working, I had an extremely hard time, leading to a situation in which I had no energy to move and take care of him, nor had I found his anomaly.
For example, as he smoked more and more frequently, and became more and more late to return, I noticed that he sat on the couch in the living room as soon as the door was opened and the lights lit when he returned at night.
The window door of the balcony was not opened, the smoke of a house was all around, the ashtray was full of cigarettes, he leaned on the couch to the mat, the crystal light on his head was on him, and all the emotions were on him, and he said, “Let’s split up.” “Sorry, Sam’s back. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to recall the weightlessness of that time, but I’m actually an independent, cold person, and I’ve been snuffed when I met a lot of friends, and I feel like I have a relationship that only two-way love makes sense.
In short, there is no love, but dignity and dignity must be preserved.
But when Song Taiji broke up with me, I became the one I hated most. I lost a dozen pounds in a week, during which I sent him countless low-intensity messages of peace, and without exception, the sea.
Then a friend of mine couldn’t watch and beat me with a big hand, and he hated me, “Wing Qi, why don’t you just go out and forget to start a new life? I’m sorry.
And We put up with the tears of a long time, and said to her in despair: “I do not know whether he is happy, but the seed, I know that I will never be happy.” I’m sorry.
“The only way to make me happy is to go back to the past, to the time he was with me, and I don’t care if he likes me, as long as he’s with me. I’m sorry.
That’s the only way I can be happy. I’m sorry.
That’s bullshit.
She looked at me for a long time, and then took her head off and wiped her eyes.
And then after more than five months, I was about to live a normal life, and my friends seemed to think I was back, but I was like a mouse living in a dark sewer, watching all their social platforms.
They traveled together, spent holidays together, and he gave her great surprises, their sweet video photos, none of which were taken during the first three years of my life with him.
He didn’t like to laugh, nor did he smile at the photos of Gu Shan, but they were very soft, and the Song Shik in the pictures, who didn’t careless and perfunctory when I was with him, looked down at the girls around him and looked softly.
It’s not my treatment.
The real harm to me was a social dynamic of Quissan, who sent a microblogging with two photographs, the first of which was a microblogging clip, a long and long line of words that I sent to Song Quiwa after the break-up to beg him to come back to me. I trampled my self-esteem and dignity under my feet every word, and the second of which was a picture of Song Qi Zi to skin her shrimp.
Her essay says, “hhhhhhhhh, and this is what other girls think. It’s not like it’s the same thing.
My world collapsed in that instant.
I thought I was going to die at that moment, but I survived. After that, I went to Morocco alone.
When I crossed the Sahara desert, I almost buried myself in a raging orange dunes.
But I’m really back.
I went back to my old state of life, normal sleep, normal communication, normal work, and sometimes when someone mentioned Song Pu Rock, I couldn’t care less.
Until Song Puji and Guo Shan split up again.
Their personalities are not really people who can be together forever, one who is too loose, too arrogant, and there is a contradiction that they cannot compromise with one another.
It’s like the song Lin Yuga sang.
“You and her, did nothing.
In just six months, it began to split.
My love, it hasn’t changed.
Even I admire myself. I’m sorry.
So, on the twenty-eighth day after he broke up with Susan, I sent a message to Song Taiji, and I asked him if he wanted to come out and drink.
Here he comes.
Then we got back together.
This move shocked all the friends around me, and the moors pointed in anger at my nose and yelled at me to wake me up or even to awaken me by cutting me off. I couldn’t do it, I was calm, but I couldn’t control my heart, and I looked at the saplings, and I said to her, “I want to cut out this heart with a knife. I’m sorry.
“I know it’s not worth it, but I really can’t control myself, grass. I’m sorry.
“I know I’m low in the dust, but the seed, when he came back to me, I was really happy, I was really happy. I’m sorry.
I didn’t find myself knowing when it was full of tears when the seed came to wipe my face with a tissue.
Who doesn’t want to be a man who’s determined to be a man, who doesn’t want to be proud of the men in his feelings and to look down on the hearts of others? Who wants to put his heart on the dust and rubbing it in front of that man again? I don’t want to, but I can’t.
I really can’t.
As long as there’s a window of opportunity to stay with him, I can’t think of anything else.
As long as my heart is beating, I can’t do anything about it.
5
But I really didn’t think that one day, the feeling of Song Pu Rock would stop beating before my heart.
I can’t find out.
I don’t even know when I lost my feelings for him.
In fact, he’s been very good to me in recent years, even though the seed has sometimes looked at me, and it’s been so hard to survive.
I was smiling and I didn’t talk.
At first I thought that I was in a state of fatigue, perhaps because of emotional problems, and that was all I had to do. I can see Song Tae-suk’s carelessness and great temperament, and perhaps he hasn’t done so in his life, except for Sam.
But when I saw him, he was upset, and this was going on for a while. In the bed, when the room was silent as it was waking up, I walked out with the wall dazzled and I saw him porridge in the kitchen when I went to the living room to pour water.
The long body bends slightly, and holds a casserole, and whispers, “The fire slows for 30 minutes”… and I drink water and go back to my bedroom silently.
I don’t know how long it took him to come in and wake me up and put a familiar porridge on the table. I didn’t ask him, he was a little clumsy when he packed the box, he didn’t know where he ran into, and I said, “Hush.” I said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He was silent, and then he was like a bit of frustration, and he put his hand in front of me, and he had a bright blister on his back, which was supposed to be burned, and he said, “I wanted to cook the porridge…”
Where’s the porridge? I’m sorry.
And he made a delicate decision, and said, “It’s not cooked, and I fell into the trash. I’m sorry.
He’s supposed to be pitiful, and now the burns are even less worth mentioning when he broke his bones in a fight between Sam and others.
But my weird heart softened, my mind moved ahead, and I pulled his hand over and blew it softly, and I asked him, “Did you take a pill?” I’m sorry.
And his hand hardened in my hand, and when I did not respond, he carried me in his arms, and held me in his arms, and his jaw was on my head, and he gave me a little pain in the bone of my bones, but I left him in peace. Then, after half of it, I heard his voice, and it was as though it was soft, as though it was a fear of waking up, and said: “So, do not be as I am not familiar.” I’m sorry.
I was silent and didn’t answer him.
We seem to be the same again, and I’m good at hiding my emotions, but after that, I don’t know whether I’m in love with him, or whether I’m used to it, or whether I’m just waiting for a breakout.
I didn’t think it would come as soon as the second-quarter project ended, and the team prepared a dinner to relax.
I sent him a text message before he left the company, and he often came to pick me up from work when he was not in trouble. The message was answered soon, and he said, “Okay, I’ll wait for you at home.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the text, and I smiled with my mouth.
It was almost eleven o’clock at the end of the dinner, and because of the number of team projects, we had arranged a box to pass through the hall from the box, and I looked around and saw Gu.
It is this woman who has always been my nightmare, and she is not as good as she is, but every time she shows up, she breaks my psychological defence, and I will be self-defeating, which is the psychological shadow of being hurt too much.
At that moment, the breath was a little suffocated, and the hotel’s lantern was so full of smiles that I was familiar and strange, and I saw the man sitting opposite her.
I’m familiar with Song Kaiji, and I can feel him breathing five metres away, even with a back of the head. He texted me a few hours ago, he was waiting for me at home.
The impact of a possible shock on me was only for a moment, when I came to understand the scene, and I woke up strangely, and all the emotions that were brewing in my heart disappeared in a moment, and I looked up over here, and I stunned, and I smiled at me.
I laughed, too, and walked over.
Song Pu-Iwa looked pale and looked at me as almost a subconscious opening: “I didn’t lie to you.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What’s with the old friend’s dinner? It’s hard to get Miss Gu back. You should be the host.” He’s got a weird look, and I don’t seem to think I’m the reaction, and he’s almost looking at me. And We smiled at him, and said, “Do we have the keys?” I forgot to bring it. I’m sorry.
And he rose up with consciousness, and took his coat on his back, saying, “I will go with you.” I’m sorry.
And We shook our head: “No, no one will eat with anyone until half the time. Eat first, I will go.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know how natural and calm my face is, but it’s strange that this woman, who I heard a few years ago, had the same name as the enemy, and I saw Song Tae-won and her having dinner.
I went back to the bath, and I didn’t even know when I was asleep.
Six.
Once again, in the middle of the night, there was a dark shadow on the living room sofa, a little radiance in his fingers, the smell of smoke in a room, and I coughed twice, and turned on the light, and he sat silently on the couch, and I was astonished and asked, “Why don’t you sleep? I’m sorry.
When he did not speak, I stood by the door of the bedroom, and looked at him, and he put his cigarette in the ashtray, and said, “I’m really nothing to her. She called me after you texted her, and I didn’t answer her, and she said she was going to stay in the United States for the last time and wanted to say goodbye. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, “Well, okay, I got it. I opened the living room window and looked at him and said, “Why don’t you shower? I’m sorry.
He ignored me, and said, “I was afraid you would be mistaken, and when I came back from my journey I wondered what I would explain to you, especially when there was no light at home. I thought you were gone, but when I turned it on, you fell asleep in the bedroom.” I’m sorry.
“You slept so well, you didn’t even notice me open the door. And he looked up at me, and the handsome face was a bit dazzling, and he looked at me, and he said, “I’d rather you left that moment.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I’m just a little tired today.
“Do you still care about me? * He’s breaking my mouth, asking, “Do you care about me? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know if you’ve found out that it’s been a long time since you’ve been looking for me, that you’ve stopped talking to me about my smoking, that you won’t go to me, that you won’t roll in my arms at night when I lower the temperature of the air conditioner. I’m sorry.
I had some words that I could not refute, and I did not even know the cause of those signs. I didn’t like the others, and he never changed, but I suddenly changed.
Suddenly I didn’t love him.
He watched me remain silent, and then he took a cigarette from the tea table, and then he seemed agitated, and he had a temper, and in his little smoke, he asked me, “What do you want?” Do you want to break up?”
After a long silence, I finally answered his words and said, “Yes, we broke up.” I’m sorry.
It’s the first time I’ve said it.
He threw the smoke in his hand on the table, and he stood up and kicked the tea, and the table made of marble was turned away by the slant he kicked, and he yelled at me with his eyes red, “Okay, break up. Can’t you just leave me?” I’m sorry.
He then fell out of the door and went to the car for the night when he was deafening.
I stood there for an hour, then started packing, and the next morning I took my things with me to the house of Awu.
So Awa turned to me with indignation, and said, “Have you told me that the grandson has lost you again?” I’m sorry.
One night I was not asleep, and I fell asleep, and I heard my head shaking, and I said, “Aw, I agreed.”
It’s been in my heart hundreds of times, but it’s the first time I’ve said it. Too tired and a little relieved, like to embrace myself, who was desperate to bury himself in the sand of the Sahara four years ago because of betrayal.
I said, “I don’t love him. I don’t like him. I’m sorry.
She looked at me, and her mouth was wide open, as if she didn’t know.
7
I went back to the Sahara, standing above the vast desert, and she got a phone call from Shao, and she said to me, “Who came and said he took you back, lost weight, and looked so poor…”
But she immediately changed her position and said, “I beat him out. When will you be back? “You’re really finished this time, it’s impossible.” I’m sorry.
I laughed and didn’t talk.
Then Shao betrayed me, and when I came back from the plane, I saw Song Tae-lwa, and he was very thin, but in good spirits, and I laughed, and was a little nervous, and said, “I will take you back.” I’m sorry.
I said to him, “Thank you, just take me to Awa.” I’m sorry.
He held the wheel in silence, and it took him a long time to say, “Can I be wrong? I am wrong.” A proud man like that, I don’t think he’s ever asked for it.
“I was really wrong. I couldn’t have stayed a minute without you. He breathed deeply, closed his little red eyes, and drew out a small box from his arms, and delivered it to me, saying, “Let’s get married, Wang Sei. I’m sorry.
It is impossible to say that he is not surprised. If he is like the wind, he is always a man who is afraid of burden, even when I loved him most, I never imagined that one day he would propose to me.
But beyond the shock, I couldn’t figure out why I suddenly changed after everything was stable, when I was so fond of Song Tae-won myself, and I was treated like that when I was humbled into the dust.
I haven’t thought about it for a long time until I’m back where I was four years ago. I was never a big man, and in the flood of time, I always remembered the despairs of four years ago that had been deeply hurt, the bitter pleas and pleas, and the absence of any end and principle.
Four years after I and Song Tsui sought and re-emerged, the desperate thoughts of self-absorbed want a hundredth of them.
I’ve never forgotten the harms, and my love has faded away from my repertoire, and in the end it’s all that’s left of all these years’ self-respect and love.
The girl’s reflection said that it was that long, and it took her that long to react, and she had to love herself.
And when I pushed out the ring of Song Kaiji, I was calm, and I knew I would not regret what had been decided, and I looked at Song Suji, shaking my head, and I said, “I’m sorry, Song Suji, I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.
He seemed to have anticipated the end, and after a long silence, he smiled and laughed, and asked, “No more now, will it later?” You don’t have anyone you like, do you, if you start all over again, will you give me another chance? I’m sorry.
I looked at the traffic outside, and time was long, and it fixed all my low self and wounds, and gave me a complete king, and I finally learned to treat love with equality.
And who’s going to say it? Put your head on the window and I smiled, so that time would prove it.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
