He said he loved me, but he imprisoned me because of greed!
He said he loved me, but he hurt me because of his indulgence!
Is the love you talk about really love? Mu Shiqin, you have always loved yourself.
You put all your cruelty, selfishness, and tyranny under the name of love, and put on a gorgeous coat, making me think that I was already very happy and very happy to be pampered by you.
But I forgot that you are a hedgehog. When you hugged me, you also hurt me.
Now when I close my eyes, I see Mu Shiqin's smile facing Ruoxi, so far-fetched and sad.
Perhaps you have already expected this outcome.
I have always known that there is no so-called happiness for them, but you are so smart and know how to escape unscathed.
However, Ruoxi was left alone, guarding the darkness in that cage until dawn.
It turns out that their love is just the dead wisteria flower, which will eventually be hopeless when it blooms...
Love, what is love? Ruoxi's smile was bitter and bleak. Perhaps the moment it was seen through, the so-called love was like an illusion and quickly disappeared.
The cars in front of us are like a giant dragon, their lights are flashing, the lights are feasting and people are drunk and luxurious.
Ruoxi smiled faintly and walked in.
In this love, she is the loser after all.
that's all!
.........
Love and cigarettes are equally short-lived. The only difference between them is that you can smoke one cigarette after another, but you can never enjoy love again and again.
The love that truly belongs to one person is the only one. You burn in this one and only time and then die.
Of course, love will not leave the world, but it will leave you and return to its eternal lonely waiting to wait for another burning of another person.
Four years later.
The sun shines brightly all over the place, entering through the glass windows, making the whole place beautifully illuminated, without the scorching heat before.
A tall and tall figure, facing the sun, the mottled brilliance flashed on his face, like tears left on that evil face. His ice-blue eyes were as deep as the sea, staring at the plants in front of him, blankly
Lost in trance.
The white shirt still had only two buttons buttoned, showing laziness in his unruliness. His short hair was capable, cold and sharp. He held a cigarette in his hand. The smoke was hazy, making his eyes blurry and seductive. Take a sip, spit it out, and it was full of smoke.
Misty smoke.
"Master Mu, we have fertilized the wisteria as you asked. We have also built the wisteria as you asked, do you think?" The gardener behind him walked up to the man with a respectful expression.
Shaking off the cigarette ashes from his fingers, Mu Shiqin looked at the wisteria tree that had grown all over the glass house. The light refracted through the flower branches, turning the shadows into lavender. The flower branches hung down in strings, like rain and mist, so hazy that they were unreal.
.
He squinted his eyes, and his blue pupils turned into a more enchanting and beautiful color because they reflected the light purple wisteria.
He raised the corners of his lips, smelled the aroma in the room, and smiled lightly: "It's beautiful..." But it lacked the feeling he wanted.
The gardener looked at the wisteria flowers in front of him that he cared for carefully, and sighed: "The wisteria flowers obviously do not bloom in this season, but they bloom so beautifully. The ones in the past three years are not as good as this year. Could it be that there is something happy this year? It looks so brilliant.
, seems to be welcoming something? But it has lived up to Master Mu’s expectations.”