I really want to know what happens next.
But how could I slack off? I promised myself I would study hard and stay in the Federation.
Zhao Xuerou rested her chin on her pen, her thoughts wandering far away.
Of the eight thousand words in the world, the word "love" is the most hurtful. She used to think this was just a cliché, but now that she thinks about it, there's some truth to it.
Whether it's a secret crush or an open crush.
To be liked or to like someone.
Raising fish or being a sycophant.
He cheated on his girlfriend but got cheated on in return.
Ultimately, it's a mentally and physically exhausting thing.
When you really like someone, you become less rational; concern makes you lose your composure. All rational thinking is thrown to the back of your mind, and you want to give her the whole world.
But, does the other person treat you the same way?
Is she pretending to love you, while actually being charming and successful with everyone around her?
When you are hurt in a relationship, what impact does it have on your ordinary life?
The once naive Zhao Xuerou now feels heartache when she sees a dejected man sitting drunk and slumped on a barbecue stall by the street. That winter in Lanjing, large snowflakes began to fall in the middle of the night, swirling in the air. A girl carrying a suitcase and wearing a scarf walked down the street.
As she passed by him, she heard a faint sigh, "We broke up. I'm never dating again..."
There are two kinds of people in the world.
They're like people who hide in their own safe haven, weary of those who flaunt their past relationships. They have a healthy view of love and want to find a partner to spend their lives with. But somehow, love these days seems so distorted. They're afraid of being hurt after giving their heart, and even more afraid that a new person entering their lives will disrupt their previous peace. They feel lonely, yet they also enjoy that solitude.
Another type finds pleasure in meeting members of the opposite sex, spending their days in nightclubs and bars, and perhaps in hotel rooms. They boast to everyone they meet about how they've "snatched up" so-and-so, how great their figure is, how beautiful they are. If you ask them why they do this, the answer is always the same: everyone does it. Oh, so civilized society doesn't use the brain to drive actions, it uses the genitals. Those who truly enjoy this kind of life won't wake up in the morning feeling lost and empty, seeing strangers around them.
Zhao Xuerou has deeply analyzed why she can't let go of Jiangcheng.
Because of the accumulation of years, there are too many memories.
Because, in her heart, Jiang Cheng was a very good person who would not flaunt how many people loved him, but instead regarded it as an honor and sincerely expressed his gratitude.
More importantly, aside from the five senses, as long as one has a sound set of values, living is about enjoying life and contributing value.
Then, you are a radiant person.
"Clatter."
The sound of a pen cap being put on next to her interrupted Zhao Xuerou's reverie.
Luo Xiaoli has finished taking notes.
Zhao Xuerou glanced to the side, then stopped thinking about it and focused on her studies.
He was muttering to himself, "The principle of a plasma cannon is..."
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