Love is tolerance and compassion. Once there is hurt, love ceases to exist.
Maybe her heart is still falling, but she has to leave. If she stayed by his side, her heart had already begun to be destroyed.
Love requires souls to communicate with each other, to play normally, to live together. As for the part of the content that he is prone to misunderstanding, it is just a catalyst.
In this cold post-modern society of industrialization and mechanization, love should still be pure and innocent, treating each other like two children, with no taboos. But that's the premise of being happy with each other. Even when there is pain, it should go up, not down. Sharing weal and woe, we can still look up at the starry sky; but it is by no means mutual hell or devil, it is an abyss.
Love never hurts. Even in the name of deserved punishment.
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