So You Dislike It
The two of them whispered and cuddled on the bed, exchanging intimate words. Song Guanyu was especially clingy that night, and her inner fears were gradually soothed by Ye Yansheng's careful tenderness. Her bouts of sadness and joy came and went quickly, leaving him at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Outside the window, the leaves rustled in the summer breeze, swaying gently under the hazy night. The moonlight was especially beautiful tonight, clear and luminous, spilling into the room.
Ye Yansheng had not yet fallen asleep, while Song Guanyu was already sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her breath brushed against his neck, bringing a sense of calm.
Holding her in his arms, he felt a sudden emptiness. For the first time in his life, he experienced anxiety about his age. He even absurdly pondered: what if he were the same age as Song Guanyu now? Would she then be less afraid of losing him? Would he then be able to accompany her to the very end of life?
The most beautiful and romantic love is to spend a plain life with the one you love, grow old together, and finally face the ultimate path—death. Their coffins would be buried together, and they would continue to be happy in another world.
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