Chapter 13 Chapter 13: Love is a heartbeat

There is a song that sings like this: What you play is the heartbeat.And I want to say: what I love is also a kind of heartbeat, an unforgettable heartbeat. When I fall in love with you, I will open my chest for you without hesitation, and show you my heart, which is a fiery red heart that loves you. However, you refuse. Not only rejecting that fiery love, but also rejecting the burning flame of that love. Do you know that you should not refuse, you should not refuse the enthusiasm of a trembling heart.Perhaps that enthusiasm is also trembling, but it is by no means hypocritical. But you still refuse.

One day, you said, a heart can only hold one person. The trembling heart no longer trembles. heart, has matured. Why is my heart beating so fast?I ask you, you bow your head shyly. Why is my heart beating so fast and so hard? I ask you, you are shy. Don't you feel the slightest excitement in my heart? I ask you, you smile shyly. I want to reveal this secret, you throw yourself into my arms coquettishly, you say to me: When you kiss me, your heart beats faster. When you hug me, your heart beats so fast and so hard. Love is an art, which requires you to pay persistent emotions and deep thoughts to practice; it needs you to wait in loneliness and solitude; it needs your tears of lovesickness and tenderness to water it.