I am a warrior!
Chapter six hundred and sixty-four Riding a white horse
The person I once loved deeply would be him, the man who haunted me.
I never forgot that he would be the man who broke my heart.
The person I couldn’t give up myself would be him, the man who would break my heart.
But it was not until today that I realized that he was not the one I hated, the one who ruined my life.
In my heart, he chose me to be on the same side, and the stranger chose me to have the same view and miss the person.
In my heart, he is the poor person I can touch all my life.
I don’t know if this poor man is me or him
I was young, I was crazy, and I was naive enough to think that I was in charge of who I loved and who I hated.
But it was only when I got up slowly with blood on my body that I realized that I was naive and bought the bill after all.
You can come back to me if you hold on to the past and don’t let the children go.
I’ve been holding on to pain since I was so worried, and my hatred for the person who hurt me wouldn’t torture me so much.
But where can I hide in this tiny place?
Reality can’t escape, can memories squeeze me out of this place?
Once paranoia eventually changed, the shackles that imprisoned my soul eventually changed, once love finally changed, and it was so deformed that my heart completely dissipated until my true love came quietly.
I used to spend the rest of my life like this because I couldn’t bear it.
I had a painful memory that I would eventually lick the wound in the dark cellar in my nest.
I once thought that I would not deserve to be loved for the rest of my life, and I would not deserve to have the emotion I longed for in my heart.
But until today, I realized that it was not that I couldn’t meet love, but that I covered my eyes with my own hands and hands.
I chose to protect myself from being sad. No more contact with this world, no more contact with this world.
This is to protect myself and imprison myself. This protection has unconsciously changed into a cage that accompanies me day and night. What is even more frightening is that I have long been used to living here and I can’t see the cage changing day and night tirelessly.
It’s a pity that when I can touch such precious feelings with my own hands again, I find that he is the person in my heart that I can’t look directly at in my life.
He saved me, even if it lasted for three days.
He gave me a second chance to say goodbye to Jill, but it was still too little for me.
But I don’t blame him, and I can’t blame him, because all these things have already bound me physically and mentally.
Because I know that these three days alone have made him pay a very painful price
In this way, I’m afraid I can never repay my debt again in this life.
Once in my heart, he would come to marry me on a white horse with colorful auspicious clouds, but the reality taught me that a dream is a dream after all, and it is not real.
No one will come on a white horse, and no one will come on a colorful auspicious cloud.
Bearers are either indebted creditors or indebted people.
Fate is like a cursed glass bottle, and I am like an old sailboat isolated by loneliness forever in the glass bottle.
In this way, the glass bottle stopped me, everything stopped me from loving and being tempted again.
However, as far as I choose to live in the real world, you are so close to me.
Your sudden appearance made our hearts intertwined, and it made me see the real desire in your heart.
I didn’t say it, but I’m willing to spare my life to escort you until you find the answer in your heart.
When the desert in front of me is no longer barren, when the quicksand at my feet is no longer desolate, when the wind in my ears is no longer bleak, when I finally stop following your steps, when my heart is carved forever, three days later, I suddenly find that my indifference is all false. It turns out that I really care about these times, and I really care about your side.
Since you chose to let me love my fate again, but you don’t want to give me more time?
I don’t understand?
I don’t understand!
I used to, I used to have a lot of naivety. I was right about this thing and that thing, and the only criterion for judging right and wrong was the degree of liking and dislike in my heart. Now, in retrospect, I used to be so naive.
I used to be a woman’s happiness, waiting for the lover to turn back and waiting for the happy day to come, but the reality is bloody again and again, telling me that happiness is not as simple as I thought.
Now, from the moment he picked up Jill, I suddenly woke up. It turns out that happiness can’t be waited for, but it must be won back by our own efforts.
So these three days are enough for me.
I’ve been crazy about my love for once in these three days, and this time I hope I can get full marks.
The grader is still me, the performer is still me, but the only difference is that the spectator is the audience, and the stage is watching my every move for the rest of my life.
The last dance of my life, I hope I can make a perfect curtain call, and I hope I can dance brilliantly.
So it’s my turn this time.
I’m riding a white horse, and I’m on my own
I changed to plain clothes, and I went home again.
