The memory is more beautiful because it is no longer perfect, but no matter how deep the memory is, it is difficult to look back.

Who can understand the tragedy that is like waking up from a dream? How can she mend a heart that cannot be broken? How can she recover the sincerity she has given?

Loved, hurt, hurt, heartbroken.

Every glass of red wine was filled with sadness. Even though she was drunk, the memories in her mind became clearer and clearer, tingling every nerve in her mind.

"Yanyan, don't cry? Why do you cry for that kind of man? It's not worth it."

Hu Mengke rushed to the bar in a hurry, sat down next to Yang Ruoyan, and found that she was crying silently, with a sad expression on her face.

She buried Yang Ruoyan's head on her shoulder, hugged her, gave her support, tried to comfort her, and gave her heart a harbor where it could temporarily stop wandering around aimlessly.

"Okay Yanyan, don't be sad. You still have me. If you do this, I will feel very sad."

Hu Mengke patted her back gently. She also knew that the scars of first love would remain deep, and the memory of first love would be a pain that could never be erased.

"Keke, my heart hurts so much. It hurts so much that I can't breathe. It hurts so much that I don't know how to mend it. What should I do? Wuwu..."

Yang Ruoyan was wandering in the memory, unable to get out, and could only let it sting her heart again and again, and suffer a lot.

"It's okay, it's okay. Life will always go through these ups and downs. Look at me. When I was broken up, I was on the verge of death. I thought it was the end of the world.

Look at it now, isn't it good? Let those unpleasant memories go to hell with those damn men!"

Hu Mengke held her shoulders, giving her courage and telling her to be strong. Fortunately, she couldn't think about it and was still here alive.

Yang Ruoyan looked at Hu Mengke blankly, remembering that in her second year of high school, Hu Mengke was dumped by her first love. At that time, she cried at her home for three days and three nights, her eyes almost went blind from crying, and she kept crying.

With his persuasion, I came out of the haze and went to school again.

Now, time has slowly passed through the fingers, and things have changed, but she has followed Hu Mengke's old path, being deceived by men and dumped ruthlessly by them.

Yang Ruoyan suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He grabbed Hu Mengke's hand and asked:

"Keke, you have more experience in love than me. Please teach me. My heart is empty. I seem to have lost a lot of things. I don't know what to do. My mind is full of memories of being with Chen Yibo. I can't get rid of them.

, it makes me very painful, what should I do?”

Hu Mengke held her hand with his backhand, patted it gently, thought for a while and said:

"Yanyan, have you ever heard of phantom limb pain?"

"What is it?"

"That is to say, a perfectly normal person suddenly becomes disabled one day. Although that part of the body is missing, the nerve that controls it will still feel a dull pain.

This is how people are. When you lose someone who is deeply rooted in your heart, your heart will feel empty. That's because you let him occupy your entire heart, and you let him occupy all of you without reservation.

, do you understand?”

Yang Ruoyan nodded and asked, seemingly understanding:

"Then what should I do?"

"Hey, Yanyan, I do have a sperm vesicle trick that can quickly heal emotional scars, but now you..."

Hu Mengke looked her up and down with disdainful eyes. The memories are more beautiful because they are no longer perfect, but no matter how deep the memories are, they are unbearable to look back on.

Who can understand the tragedy that is like waking up from a dream? How can she mend a heart that cannot be broken? How can she recover the sincerity she has given?

Loved, hurt, hurt, heartbroken.

Every glass of red wine was filled with sadness. Even though she was drunk, the memories in her mind became clearer and clearer, tingling every nerve in her mind.

"Yanyan, don't cry? Why do you cry for that kind of man? It's not worth it."

Hu Mengke rushed to the bar in a hurry, sat down next to Yang Ruoyan, and found that she was crying silently, with a sad expression on her face.

She buried Yang Ruoyan's head on her shoulder, hugged her, gave her support, tried to comfort her, and gave her heart a harbor where it could temporarily stop wandering around aimlessly.

"Okay Yanyan, don't be sad. You still have me. If you do this, I will feel very sad."

Hu Mengke patted her back gently. She also knew that the scars of first love would remain deep, and the memory of first love would be a pain that could never be erased.

"Keke, my heart hurts so much. It hurts so much that I can't breathe. It hurts so much that I don't know how to mend it. What should I do? Wuwu..."

Yang Ruoyan was wandering in the memory, unable to get out, and could only let it sting her heart again and again, and suffer a lot.

"It's okay, it's okay. Life will always go through these ups and downs. Look at me. When I was broken up, I was on the verge of death. I thought it was the end of the world.

Look at it now, isn't it good? Let those unpleasant memories go to hell with those damn men!"

Hu Mengke held her shoulders, giving her courage and telling her to be strong. Fortunately, she couldn't think about it and was still here alive.

Yang Ruoyan looked at Hu Mengke blankly, remembering that in her second year of high school, Hu Mengke was dumped by her first love. At that time, she cried at her home for three days and three nights, her eyes almost went blind from crying, and she kept crying.

With his persuasion, I came out of the haze and went to school again.

Now, time has slowly passed through the fingers, and things have changed, but she has followed Hu Mengke's old path, being deceived by men and dumped ruthlessly by them.

Yang Ruoyan suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He grabbed Hu Mengke's hand and asked:

"Keke, you have more experience in love than me. Please teach me. My heart is empty. I seem to have lost a lot of things. I don't know what to do. My mind is full of memories of being with Chen Yibo. I can't get rid of them.

, it makes me very painful, what should I do?”

Hu Mengke held her hand with his backhand, patted it gently, thought for a while and said:

"Yanyan, have you ever heard of phantom limb pain?"

"What is it?"

"That is to say, a perfectly normal person suddenly becomes disabled one day. Although that part of the body is missing, the nerve that controls it will still feel a dull pain.

This is how people are. When you lose someone who is deeply rooted in your heart, your heart will feel empty. That's because you let him occupy your entire heart, and you let him occupy all of you without reservation.

, do you understand?”

Yang Ruoyan nodded and asked, seemingly understanding:

"Then what should I do?"

"Hey, Yanyan, I do have a sperm vesicle trick that can quickly heal emotional scars, but now you..."
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