long regret

As the world is originally, it will be so.

If you want to split my heart into two, this is the word.

In the past, there were many things I didn’t understand, and I didn’t worry too much about why I didn’t understand. As time went forward one by one, I slowly discovered things that I didn’t understand, and suddenly I understood.

The owner of the villa said that the turmoil in the world is mostly like this.

So, I just think that the world is like this.

Similarly, regarding Chang Han, I also thought that sooner or later I would understand.

At that time, I just suddenly felt flustered, flustered like never before, at a loss, dumbfounded.

As usual, he took a sip of the wine he brought, lay down under the weeping willow, and fell asleep after a while.

I drank the mellow fine wine slowly, still studying the art of asking water in my head, and suddenly thought of a clever idea, put down the wine jar and turned around to ask him to fight again.

It was early autumn.

The green on the leaves of the weeping willow is a tired dark green, with dry curls at the ends.

There are butterflies like withered yellow maple leaves, flying lightly in front of my eyes.

I saw him sound asleep.

The helmet had already been removed, and the pure black satin-like hair spread lazily around his ears. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips tightly.

I know he is good looking.

From the first time I saw him three years ago, I knew he was a good-looking man with heroic features, and when he was serious, he had an exciting and tense aura.

This is my Tang general.

I've never touched it, and probably never thought of touching it.

What's more, they are all men, so it is ridiculous to have such a thought.

But I was a ridiculous person at this time.

I slowly reached out, not knowing where to touch.Finally I gently curl my thumb and index finger, clinging to his fingertips.

I don't know what I'm doing.

not understand.

Not sure.

Not curious.

I also don't want to delve into it.

I thought, at this moment, I was not struck to death by a lightning from the sky, which shows that I should not have done anything outrageous.

As for the rest, I will always understand that day.

But breathing became very difficult, and I was afraid of waking him up.

Because I want to hold on to his fingertips like this, just like this, and hold on.

The touch is very subtle, his fingers are warm, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the pads of the fingers, which is about the same temperature, and I can hardly feel any more obvious touch.

But I am very satisfied.

This kind of satisfaction is similar to finding the one that suits you best among the thousand combinations of moves used in flag planting.

It is a rare sense of satisfaction.