This inner happy smile is exactly the same as the moment I closed Pride and Prejudice when I was 18 years old.
It's the power of that ending. On a snowy winter night, a chubby girl, wearing suspenders, leopard-print underwear, a cardigan and running shoes, chased the person she had been waiting for on the street. Under the streetlights, she explained incoherently, fearing that love would be as cold as ice; in fact, she did not expect that what was waiting for her was the same enthusiasm as a coat.
There are always moments in our lives when romantic background music plays and we run for someone. And all the loneliness and waiting that I have endured before are brewing for this moment.
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