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What makes me happy is that three hours ago, unsurprisingly, I broke up with Jiao Yuan, but I have a gut feeling he will come back to reconcile with me. He spent so much money on me but didn't get what he wanted in the end—he won't accept that.\But what does it matter? No one can force me to do something I don't like.\It's just a pity for Qi Yu, who I used to expose Jiao Yuan's hypocrisy.\But I feel no guilt, nor do I think I did anything wrong. Even though I didn't treat Jiao Yuan sincerely, it doesn't stop me from hating a third party.\I am so happy enjoying the feeling of smoke stinging my nose, with my own cigarettes and my own fire—extremely pleasant.\In a cheerful mood, I feel like teasing the little boy sitting at the table opposite me. When I walked into this café, he had been secretly staring at me. I think I've seen him at school before, tall and thin, with a rather delicate face.\He just looks quite lonely.\I get up, give a generous sweet smile, walk to his table, and say, "Are you peeking at me?"\I firmly believe that the face reflects the inner heart; even if someone tries to appear calm, traces always slip through—\sweat on his forehead\"You caught me. Sorry, you're very pretty, so…"\"Shh!" I make a shushing gesture. "If that's the case, why not at least say hello? I don't mind chatting with a boy who appreciates me."\These words are insincere; men instinctively think with their lower body. If he truly loves my beauty, my attitude toward him would be even more superficial.\This is what my mother, Lin Fei'er, taught me: women can be noble, but pretty women must be superficial.\So she always raised me lavishly.\The lonely boy now looks like a small tree struggling to stand in a windstorm; his awkward expression is exactly what I enjoy seeing.\He awkwardly lifts the cup of coffee in front of him, as if he has been very thirsty, but I know he is just nervous.\I wait for him to sort out his thoughts and take the liberty to sit down opposite him.\"It seems like you have a boyfriend, so…"\He seems to like speaking in halves. Only someone too restrained wouldn't want to express clearly, I suppose.\"So what…"\I am determined to make him more embarrassed.\Sure enough, his eyes show a slight weakness toward me, and the pitiful expression is evident.\"Actually, I've been paying attention to you at school too."So what if that's the case?" "You seem hard to approach." I was amused; it seemed that many people's first impression of me was like this, really quite mundane. "Hehe, so you see me as a goddess—dare to think, dare to look, but don't dare to make contact?" "Uh… maybe." "Actually, I despise most those who have desire but no courage. So now I'll tell you, I broke up with my boyfriend three hours ago. Do you dare to pursue me?" Of course, I didn't believe he would come after me. Lonely people all have a kind of inferiority in their hearts; this inferiority makes them good at imagining, but clumsy in action. He wouldn't.
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The author introduces the exploration of life's truths by writing about the small, everyday aspects of life, while also expressing a sense of nostalgia for past experiences.
Sighing through sorrows and joys in the bustling mortal world, laughing at grudges and favors in the fleeting world, what is false and what is real.
Also loves to spend the whole night discussing the reasons why other people's relationships ultimately ended.
Also loves to spend the whole night talking about Johnnie To's specialty in revealing the unpredictability of fate
Let's just hold a sentence-making contest. The sentence pattern is: 'He likes to use the reasoning of... and also likes to use the reasoning of...'
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