He thought that every day he was just repeating the previous day. He was always busy. In this increasingly cold and indifferent world, it was hard for him to find his soulmate, so love was a luxury that could not be found, something that could not be bought for any price.
But God had blessed him, so he finally met her. Finally, after experiencing more than 30 confusing years, he finally tasted love and understood that once the right person appeared, one would realize how boring their past was.
So he treasured and took care of it.
She was his luxury.
He didn't want to lose her.
The night was deeper, and Irish became increasingly unstable.
Buried in Joseph's arms, her forehead began to sweat, and her eyebrows knitted tightly together. Her eyes were closed, moving quickly under her eyelids.
In the dream, the towering peak was daunting, and the summit was covered with a layer of white snow. The sun poured down, shining silver light.
