The book shows a journey with hilarious yizhan moments. If you like soft novels, Hit the READ Button to read.
Ah, also, don't expect excessive $3Xuality.
✓ Everything inside belong to me. including the plot, idea, writing, edits and drawings.
✓ It i...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's her birthday.
Who is she to me? Noone.
I don't know what I should call her... First love? Ex? Technically both...
Well.. nothing matter now. I don't want to give her any position in my life...
Huh... I smirk I don't know why. My chest feels a little heavy.
*Deep breath*
*Put the phone in pocket*
I am not at all ok to tell you this... I feel like a fool. I lost the precious feeling of falling in love. I don't love her.... Also I don't feel I can love anyone - anymore.
I don't believe in romance. I am scared of it.
She took away the feeling...
I was just a momentary replacement for her boyfriend. They are now together. Only in the middle, she dragged me into her life to ruin me. What did she say at the end? A sorry.
A sorry for ruining the place of the first love...my foolishness...my desires... That tension... that feeling of first love... that pain....
.
She was Shijie's classmate. She is a little elder than me. She doesn't look pretty, but she has a sweet voice... a beautiful smile, tender attitude.
Her eyes are dreamy.
We had a little chat sometimes. She introduced her boyfriend to me. The guy wasn't bad. The things could be like this -
But fights between loves are probably very natural.
One night she pours all her tears over me on the chat... saying how heartbroken she was...she was having a fight with her boyfriend.
I felt bad...for no reason, my heart tumbled.
What is that?
I should not have known. I should not have cared...if she didn't do that.
She suddenly proposed to me.
I still remember the time, I remember I said that she is elder than me. She said that doesn't matter...
I thought it's a lie, as she was drinking at that time.
