When I saw the ending subtitles rolling up, I thought of wtf.
The story itself is built on a very uncontrollable and blind extreme situation, unable to bear the separation of two months, knowing the consequences of visa delay or risking delay, which eventually led to the split and closed for several years later. It is estimated that the IQ of the two people was stuck in bed at that time.
After being in a different place, in fact, it should be simply separated. After all, with different living environments and backgrounds, the male protagonist who designs the chair does not like London anyway (this is understandable, it is difficult to belong to a city, and most unfamiliar cities will only give people a very cold sense of distance , no friends or relatives, no familiar street intersections, not even the familiar breakfast stalls downstairs, only the wandering and dazed travel), so the more female protagonists who fall in love with and love first are still after twists and turns and then return In a strange LA, I gave up my family and friends and started anew for love.
Among them, the divisions and integrations that promote the plot are all the bridges that make my old heart complain. We mortals are still unable to live so purely emotionally in emotion and reality so arbitrarily. In reality, we who are not free can only weigh the pros and cons and then utilitarianly put down our feelings and compromise to life.
To a certain extent, this kind of feeling is also a bit inexplicably envious!
It's just that the poor cousin still has to be called to and fro in the middle.
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