Or maybe something happens quickly. It's as if a glance can make feelings grow in the bottom of my heart. It's like deciding to make a fourth round trip eight thousand kilometers in a dark room. It was like she sank to the bottom of the water in a mist before she could confess.
This is the most sincere crush and the slightest betrayal. This is a garden beside the provincial capital, a hot spring at the end of the world. Distant misses and debts that are within reach, but in front of the camera, he is tired of choosing.
She leaned over someone else's leg. She stared into his eyes intently. She brought the teacup he drank to her lips. She shoved the "Come back, or I'll die" note into his palm.
And she waited at the door every day. She avoided his eyes late at night. She put the words to her lips. She wrote her heart's desire into the letter in someone else's tone.
She led the other women into his house. She turned away on his knees behind her. She didn't even let him hear her voice once.
And she was alone in the huge house. She listened to "I will always love you" and watched him turn away. How she wished he could hear her voice softer than the emerald silk he gave her more than once.
He embarked on a journey across a continent for her, and he was blindfolded for her at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
And he bought a whole wasteland for her, and he built it into a garden for her.
Later, she walked farther and farther in a sedan chair.
And later, she suffered from an illness and never came back.
Later, the mystery of that eastern land was only kept in his heart.
And later, the beauty of this lush garden will accompany him to grow old.
It's not about regrets and regrets, it's not about reality or fantasy.
She sprinkled oily water on his forearm, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Give me a child."
Helen had written the letter. That letter was also written by the girl beside Yuan Qing. Perhaps the letter was really written by him.
A letter that traveled 8,000 kilometers, or a letter from the person lying beside him. It describes a love that cannot be expressed from 8,000 kilometers away, or just wandering around.
When in the end no one exists in his life, how can he miss it. Her eyes were not oriental, and her face was that of a young girl.
And he just came to the garden and saw the flowers, she was waiting as always.
The last sentence, farewell, was told to whom.
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