Remember

Looking forward to the thoughts, injecting the pen, helpless, with the wind.

It was the breeze that passed over the cheeks. The next moment was like pain. It was something that changed me. I was embarrassed.

I remember what he said, his promises were all lies, he lied to her and deceived himself.

I can't forget some memories. Those memories are bitter and intriguing. I ask myself if he loves them. Maybe I am deceiving myself. Maybe I love the wrong person. Maybe I shouldn't have started.

I want to say to that person, please love yourself, okay, don't let the person who loves you feel sad, they can't afford to hurt, just love you. You are not a good person, you hurt the person you love, I understand that my age is not suitable for sex, but I understand that you are the only person I like, please be sure.

The third day: Lonely King, Xiao Fei