The initial hope to develop into true love was something she hadn't imagined. When she realized that the handsome man in front of him was so frank and straightforward, like a clear lake, she could see to the end at a glance, she decisively poured it all into him. He lay flat in the softest place in her heart. He was always eighteen or nineteen years old. He was willing to burn his arms with fire for her. The heart-piercing pain was nothing short of the eternal love.
Blood and tears were immersed in her once vast but lonely plain of mind, and no flowers could bloom there in an instant.
At that time, she was cold, and her life was just beginning but she experienced a trace of sadness and helplessness. The naughty brother, the secretive mother, and the loneliness that no one spoke of, she was in the blooming season as if she had gone through vicissitudes of life. His sophistication and composure are even a little numb.
The man who embraces the ugly side of women is the man who truly appreciates the beauty of women.
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