Prologue, A Night of Forgetfulness

Hearing him say this, she finally noticed that the man's overcoat was draped over her shoulders, while he was only wearing a suit jacket in the middle of winter. It was quite ungracious of him, and she chuckled, "Can a handsome, elegant, talented, and patriotic classmate also be afraid of the cold?"

Such a firm tone, such a soft voice, carrying a power that captivates the heart, easily made her weak. The strong facade instantly cracked, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, tracing delicate paths across her face, unstoppable, rolling down and burning as they fell onto the skin of his chest through her shirt

Women often prefer to express their emotions through tears, the wet and salty tears rolling down their faces like a network of paths.

The embrace that I once borrowed from you is now returned to you www.hetushucom.com, taking advantage of the solitude around us, if you wish to cry, then cry freely and thoroughly. The tall and upright figure of the man stood before her, shielding her from the biting cold wind of the night. With a long arm extended, he enveloped her entirely in his embrace, saying, "I know that forgetting is a difficult thing, but when the past has become unrecognizable, we have no choice but to forget." His right hand supported the back of her head, pressing it against his chest, and he said, "An Yiruo, you have me!" He held her completely in his arms, "I know that forgetting is a difficult thing, but when the past has become unrecognizable, we have no choice but to forget." His right hand supported the back of her head, pressing it against his chest, and he said, "An Yiruo, you have me!"

Women are perhaps born to love, willing to love, yearning to be loved, and persistently devoted like moths to a flame

Let us together perceive the lingering and poignant love within the words, experiencing the bittersweetness and beauty it encompasses. And books.

Send this message to all friends who believe in love and are willing to love

After having loved, we can finally appreciate the warmth of a gentle and enduring flow

After experiencing pain, we finally understand the distance between passion and reality

In love, we are entangled; some love you, while others hurt you

Seeing that he remained silent, she frowned and turned to face him, accusingly saying: "You really are something. Can't you at least comfort me a little? Why is it that silence is golden at this moment? Aren't you usually the most talkative?"

After a long while, I slightly opened my eyes to gaze at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, pure and distant, along with the gaze of another person, profound, dark, complex, and caring

An Yi Ruo remained silent, and a surge of gratitude and emotion welled up from the bottom of her heart

Standing at the top of the eighteen-story building, she lowered her long eyelashes, sealing the surging emotions within her gaze, allowing the cold wind to rage freely

As life approaches its final second, who is willing to watch love wither and be buried in the ground

If life were to end here, who would not want to leave behind a profound and unforgettable mark

Thus, we attempt to replace heartache with forgetfulness, covering up with a facade of strength

It turns out that evasion does not necessarily allow one to escape; it turns out that facing it is not necessarily the most difficult part

On a night of forgetting, she ultimately learned to let go, and then she understood that in love, it is not enough to wish for complete self-sacrifice

You have me! This is their love talk. It is far more resolute than a simple "I love you!"

The alluring atmosphere of mhetushucom.com seems to silently spread, as I tilt my head back, take a deep breath, and calm my mind, suppressing the fluctuations of my emotions, allowing clarity to gradually replace the sorrow.

The man innocently scratched his hair, furrowing his brows as he gazed at her, a narrow tenderness flashing in his eyes: "An Yiruo, do you know that you have been venting for quite a while? The wind here is strong, and I am almost frozen to death."

Thus, we are heartbroken, we have tasted the depths of sorrow

The man stuffed his hands into his pockets, shrugged his shoulders, and his teeth chattered from the cold as he protested unhappily: "Hey! I say, if you're in a bad mood in the future, please find another way to torment people. I can't withstand this freezing cold weather, no matter how much I can endure the cold." As he spoke, he stomped his feet in agreement and pulled his hands out to breathe warm air into them.

Thus, we laugh, we hurt

Cold tears flow drop by drop into the mouth, salty and bitter

In love, we learn tolerance, we learn forgiveness, and at the same time, we also learn jealousy and learn revenge

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Perhaps in your eyes, this may be a story filled with sorrow and a touch of tragedy. However, in today's world, where desires run rampant, do we not yearn for a passionate and deeply entwined love? Even if it means flying into the flames, even if it leads to our own destruction, we stubbornly wish to weave that dream of love, "Holding your hand, growing old together".

It turns out that loneliness is merely our imagination; it turns out that pain is nothing more than an experience

Qing Yu has something to say

Thus, we experience, we are confused and hesitant