Sorrow shrouded in grey fields. In the fairy tales of childhood sweethearts, no matter how popular and charming you are, you have no chance of winning. For the sake of her safety, he would rather let her wait all the time without the return date, and he didn't want to explain it to her. And she was really willing to wait. And you, you know all his secrets, and he knows you too, and you're in love with each other, fighting side by side. No matter where you look, she needs that person more than you do. You can only treat him as a comrade-in-arms, you can work hand in hand with each other, and you can even block bullets for each other. But once the war is over, you can only watch the prince go back to the man who has been waiting for him. At that time, your sky is no longer shrouded in darkness, and there is nothing to frighten you, but in the end, you can only go down alone, towards the sunshine, and at the same time towards the abyss of loneliness. She is stupid, she is stupid, she waits, it is pitiful. Empathy, cheating, these words, in fairy tales, how dazzling, it is impossible for him to bear this crime, and he is not allowed to bear this crime. So, how can you possibly win. With a small body, he always likes to carry his hands behind his back. In fact, your independence has enabled you to weather the storm. Once the most terrifying darkness has passed, he is not indispensable to you, nor is it really suitable to spend a lifetime together. No matter how high the risk index is and how competitive the competition is, a rival in love like you will definitely lose. The prince has overcome obstacles all the way, he can hand over his back to you, but his arms are always reserved for her. It's just that I'll probably never forget that at the time of the most fear and helplessness, a person with a small body pulled up his hand and said, let's go, Huahua. The sense of security is overwhelming. I used to beg, not to fall asleep, not to wake up, so that the late-night conversation could go on forever. I also wrote in a letter that was not sent. I wanted to keep writing and never stop writing. I'll ask for you a little more, I hope the storm doesn't pass so quickly, and the process can be made longer and longer. Ha, of course if you keep her waiting, you won't be able to bear it, right? Don't worry, my extravagance never came true.
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