After reading some comments, it seems that no one has met a man like Huang Zhiming like me.
He is a killer, handsome, cool and mysterious. When he wears sunglasses, no one knows what he is thinking; Especially able to see through women's minds and do what they want him to do (with Dawn's face, it is also seamless and invincible)
She is his murder partner, besides arranging tasks, she will also take care of his daily life. He saw that she had ulterior motives for him, not only allowed her to invade all privacy, but even deliberately left clues and secrets. The excuse is to "give your partner a chance to understand yourself", and just enjoy the woman's dedication to herself. He understands that this is what she wants, even if he doesn't have any feelings for her, because of this damn tenderness, he can acquiesce like this.
She loved so restrained, so humble, and then lied to herself, "I'm a real person. I know how to make myself happy."
When we parted, he didn't show up and only gave her a song. So handsome, he was used to all her arrangements and care, and he was so ruthless when he left, even if he restrained his humble love, he was unwilling to continue.
There is another her, enthusiastic and unrestrained, knowing that his prodigal son is ruthless, and only asks for a moment in spring. Whether or not he will eventually get it, it may not matter, or he will like himself tomorrow. Even if he made it very clear that he just wanted a moment's company, and never liked you, but he turned around, his eyes were so tender and his kiss was so warm, women would lie to themselves - he would definitely fall in love with me . He knew that what he did was also what she wanted. He did, but without a trace of emotion.
When we parted, it was raining heavily, which was her favorite weather. She walked home alone in the rain, and she might have forgotten it after a sleep, knowing that he was not sincere. He wanted to chase after her, and took his coat to protect her from the rain, as if to stay or prove something. She was crying angrily, but he couldn't bear it, and hugged her in his arms.
When you meet such a man, you don't know if it's really a love affair, and whether his love for you exists. How much do you keep in his heart? He can accompany you to walk the whole scene gently, but he is like an airtight wall, how you possess him, but never enter his heart. Just like two women will try desperately to prove their existence and their own, and both go to wear his perfume. Smelling the same perfume on other women would be nerve-wracking—I knew he wasn't entirely mine.
In the end, in order not to make all of my past seem too ridiculous, and to prevent those in my past from loving, suffering, humility and restraint all in vain, there is only destruction. When he promised to do it for the last time, he was still tender. You don't know if he wanted to say goodbye to her seriously, or because of his tender trap that couldn't be changed.
He was dead, life went on, and she was taken out of her soul. Such a person, such a love, can't help but keep thinking about everything with him, trying to find and collect any evidence of his love in the smallest details. In the end, she could no longer ask, what was she in his heart? How much does the relationship last?
But in fact, he is a lazy and selfish person who abuses tenderness. There is no woman he will really love, and his gentleness is not necessarily hypocritical, but from the beginning to the end, he just thinks about himself. Such an Angel No. 1 who just wants to play the world and is unwilling to love, if you love him according to his rules, keep giving and keep guarding, one day you will no longer be able to keep it; you move him with your ardent love, and he will be with you together Burning, and then like fireworks, he will get tired of seeing the most beautiful scenery, turn around and disappear without a trace.
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