I am even like a heroine sometimes, without a boyfriend, immersed in Jane's ideal world all day long and unable to extricate myself. It's not that I don't want to come out, but I feel that if we really wake up and face reality, the true colors of life will make us chill and lose our attachment to love.
I don't deny that people now don't have too many twists on love. One hit and one hit, and then two separate shots. Sometimes it makes us wonder if there really is the steadfastness of love between the hero and heroine in the Jane world.
So we are afraid, we become timid about love, and we are afraid of getting bruised and bruised in this high-speed rotating machine. I don't dare to love anymore, it's really helpless to say, I can only find the persistence and implicitness of love in Jane's world.
Indeed, love requires hazy beauty. If everything is left in the sun, there will be no later "surprises" to discover. The joy of life is so weak that people start to get tired and start complaining about how bad the environment is and how bad the other party is. . .
Jane fans just don't want to be the one who has been complaining in the future, so with hope for the future, they would rather be immersed in Jane's world and cast a veil on reality, which is sometimes a good thing.
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