Demon Lord 3

I asked July curiously about the whole story. Did July like that boy when he was abroad? July said: "Especially in the summer, giving so much charcoal would only make me more troubled and make me furious. It was so hot that I had to stay away from him. It was so hot that I had to let him leave me. If you count according to what you said, I really didn't like that boy. Let alone the feeling of being moved, I would feel sick if he got close to me. In my heart, there has always been a person who is quietly hiding deep in my memory. He doesn't come out easily, but when he comes out, no one can resist him. I love him, I love everything about him, I can tolerate everything about him. He came out of that ghost place, and I want to treat him well. I want to return to him everything he gave me before, even if we never meet again, I will send him off. In the end, I let him fly away instead of me blooming alone here. If you ask me when I fell in love with him, it might be from the first time we met. Sometimes, many people may not believe in love at first sight, but I believe that if I didn't fall in love with him when we first met, then I might have teleported to the next time we met, and instantly ，我只想拉着你的小丫丫，一起一直在感情。 我会一直在的Sports，一起一直在感情。 English: Move to when we first met, after we met, he helped me fight against those who treated me badly. When I didn't dare to say anything at the time, he found a way to make me happy and laugh, and made the person I hated the most call me aunt. That person was also very angry, and his face turned blue. I laughed sincerely and happily at the time. I was young at the time, and later I thought that these were not necessarily right, but for me at that time, it was completely irresistible. Sometimes the love of teenagers is so pure. When I was young, I thought love was forever, being together every day, plain and simple. Maybe this is what our parents taught us, but later I didn't think so. Later I thought all this could be reversed. Life is not just about loving one person, you may also love many people, so I gradually felt that their fast-food love was not bad, and it was getting closer and closer to now. I was very confused before, thinking that all this was my fault and I shouldn't let him go. In fact, I thought at the time, if I had endured it, what would have happened now? He was also doing it for me at the time. If it hadn't been for In that case, how could he have stayed there for ten years? If I had told the truth, we might have been together a long time ago. Even if we were not together at that time, he was young, and he could have his own true love, and he could have a virtuous woman by his side, not like now. When I was with him then, I was still young, and it was not a so-called romantic relationship. It was just a relationship of brother taking care of sister, and uncle taking care of niece. But I actually ruined several of his loves with my own hands. When I had fortune-telling done before, people said that his marriage line was very thin. I don’t know if this is true, but I firmly believe that I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have ruined other people’s marriages. I will use all my marriages to make up for it, maybe I will use my life. I knew it was wrong for me to do this, but I couldn’t help being jealous at the time. Although I couldn’t be considered premature love at that time, I still felt in my heart that he was my only lover. I don’t know if it was fate, or some stereotypes. I began to lose control of the oppression and constraints I felt. Later, when he was no longer by my side, I began to miss those times, how good he had been to me. Everything lingered in my mind, like a hurdle I couldn't overcome, a chasm I couldn't cross. I began to think about him, what he would do if he were by my side, how he would persuade me, what he would say to me, how he would make my life better. Over time, I often treated the him in my heart as the real him. From the day he returned, he slowly faded from my mind, and the image of that person slowly disappeared. It turned out that the things that replaced a person were just vague memories and some self-constructed, ethereal illusions. After meeting the real person, those things would no longer exist. I didn't believe it before, but later I gradually came to believe it. I had seen a psychologist before, and I didn't want to go, but my old classmate persuaded me to go. After seeing the psychologist, they said I had a problem and needed treatment, but I firmly believed that it was not a disease.