It's been a few days since I broke off, and I finally found that some things went around in circles, and I still had to go back to square one. The weight of bearing, the pain of separation, only oneself can experience.

In the dead of night, there was no such thing as loneliness, but when I looked back, I saw that I had written more than 200,000 words, and although I was relieved, I was actually very confused.

After all, it came and went, bit by bit, but after all, there were still a few bosom friends, and they had been supporting them silently, so they supported themselves all the way.

For the sake of what I miss, and for the sake of my soulmate's sincerity, I should learn to make trade-offs, or continue to walk.

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