Who can listen to me tell my stories and worries?

Calm down and don't put too much pressure on yourself. I don't have any experience in relationships, but I can listen to your story. Love is inevitably hurt, and the sad past does not necessarily have to be forgotten. Follow your heart, forget all about it and start again!

Basically, everyone gets hurt and falls out of love.

Then don't pay attention to her, the post-90s generation is still young at most, and she can still change Don't nail yourself to death.

The days to come will be very long, and many things will have to be changed slowly by themselves, and the past is a fact, so why forget and let go.

Maybe she did it for her reasons.

If now is what you want. You can do what she says, but if you really can't take it.

You can talk to her clearly and ask her why.

And then solve the problem and see if it should be.

I am also a post-90s generation, but I have always been firm that "I love the country and not the beauty".

For the sake of some ignorant women. Well, well, it's a girl. Is that so?

The prodigal son doesn't change his money, don't be stupid.

As a man, I can't restrain my will. Or talk about love and affection?

Wait until you can really restrain yourself. Let's talk about it again. Children.

Dude, I'm also born in the 90s, and I'm not as open as you. In a word, only by attaching importance to feelings can there be true love.

If both parties are willing, it's fine.

Then you don't hurt anyone anymore....

A mountaineering enthusiast is ready to go to the mountain independently at one time. He brought good gear and set off alone. There are unpredictable circumstances.

Halfway up the mountain, the weather changed and the climber slid down the mountain. During the descent, the climber grabbed a life-saving branch. Because the weather changes and there is a lot of fog, climbers don't know how high they are from the bottom of the cliff.

In such a place where the heavens should not be and the earth is not spiritual, he could only pray that God would help him. Suddenly God appeared and said to him, "Do you really believe me?"

The climber was stunned, how could God tell him to let go? Isn't that harming yourself? The climber hesitated, then clung to the life-saving branch.

Gradually, it got dark and the weather became colder and colder. And so it went on for a day, and another day passed, and all that was left on the branch was a zombie.