In the play, except for the face code, all the people carry their own burdens, and in order to make themselves better, they wear masks and live frankly. It's hard work. People are selfish and contradictory, but they are afraid of being despised. In order to protect themselves, they say it doesn't matter. In order to disguise themselves, they pretend to be contemptuous and say who likes that ugly girl. Makes me humble and sensitive.
I like the kindness of the male and female protagonists. They can always stand in each other's shoes. They are probably a natural couple, and they are also like this. I accept and forgive the male protagonist's indifference, and The heroine is so cute that she is missing several tendons. =_=
It’s just that I can’t stand this kind of parting. When I was about to lose my face, I saw the male protagonist who was unwilling to let go with tears on his face, and everyone who was deeply repenting. In the end, finally, everyone can When I saw the face code, maybe it was because everyone was relieved. The face code disappeared, and I couldn't help but cry.
Sure enough, I am still very envious of this kind of relationship. A phone call or text message can make an appointment with a bunch of childhood sweethearts anytime, anywhere, sharing endless childhood memories. Shanghai is still too big, tsk tsk.
One accidentally clicked a long review, but there is no limit to writing so many, uh, huh.
above.
View more about Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day reviews
