What I look forward to, or imagine in it, love, should be the peaceful care of two people, and treat each other as the kind of love that I love. I know that I have never loved anyone. Because so far, I love myself the most. Everything starts with protecting yourself from harm. The premise is that the love between the two sexes all over the world is full of killing, deception, betrayal and hurt. I don't want to be a victim myself.
However, before I leave this planet, will I meet someone who will give me peace of mind? This is a worrying question. Is it a pity if you live your whole life without loving it? Which is more unfortunate than loved but betrayed?
Fortunately, I'm not going to die the next minute, I still have a lot of time to solve these mysteries.
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