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The god of love didn't say anything, but just stood there watching him in pain.

This complex emotion tortured him, and the God of Love had to take him away temporarily. A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the scene of Zhang Jie lying on the sofa was deeply imprinted in his mind, as if he could never erase it. He slowly integrated into it with a sad mood. The God of Love went to where she lived, which was the Hundred Flowers Garden, a large sky garden-like place. He lay on the pistil, the fragrance was fragrant, and he seemed to be a little uncomfortable. In such an environment, his mentality naturally improved.

What to do next, he didn't know.

The god of love didn't seem to have any intention of letting him continue, but this feeling made him feel uncomfortable. It seemed that he was analyzing many things layer by layer, even digging out some things deep in his heart, or using strange ways to tell him what love was like.

He felt that this was not fun, as if these things seemed to happen every day. Reality seemed more diverse and more cruel. He was overwhelmed by extreme pessimism and extreme pessimism. He seemed to have depression again, but this time he could not die because he was already dead.

The god of love stood beside him and looked at him.

"So what's next? Will you continue?" the God of Love asked him.

"I don't know. I'm very depressed. I always feel that there is no point in this. There is no point in going on, right? People are different, their experiences are different, and the love they experience is different. Why should I continue with such seemingly absurd things? They are all broken beauties. Don't they make me feel more and more uncomfortable? The God of Hate is by my side all the time and I can't get rid of him. Where there is love, there is hate, isn't there? Tell me, how do you solve this problem?" Ye Chunhao asked her angrily.

"I don't know how you understand it, but this is the job. Feel happiness, feel love, and feel all the beauty around you. Isn't it? Otherwise, how can you know what love is and what beauty is?"

"Give me some time, I'll think about it."

"Don't you want to see more stories about love next?"

"I want to watch it, but why? It involves me, makes my thoughts flood, makes me feel guilty and blame myself, and makes me fall into that feeling of powerlessness. That feeling is really uncomfortable, I don't like it at all."

"So what kind of love do you want to see?"

"That beautiful kind of love."

"What do you think good love looks like?"

"I do not know either."

"So you said you wanted to see beautiful love?"

"It is indeed a bit contradictory. Where is the beautiful love in this world?"

"If you know, why are you so persistent?"

"The love in live broadcasts and TikTok seems to be staged. How can other people's happiness be your own happiness? Right? For money, fake love seems to be fake. It's really disgusting!"

“Everyone wants to see beautiful love.”

"But how can beautiful love exist?"

"You know all this, yet you still ask for it."

"I...I don't know why. Maybe my heart longs for beautiful love."

"So you still have to suffer the pain. A person who doesn't know how to love will be tortured by love on his own initiative."

“The world is amazing.”

"So next, will you still take the pills?"

"Let me think, how long will this thing take to end? Where will I go after it's over?" Ye Chunhao asked the God of Love.

"I don't know, it depends on your luck." The god of love said mischievously.

"What kind of world do you have?"

"We only have the world of love, and I am the god of love. I don't know about other worlds. Maybe it's such a big place, but I'm not interested in them. You don't need to be interested in them either. Because focusing on your own affairs is much better than paying attention to everything else." The god of love explained to him.

"I'm not going to hell, am I?"

"You didn't do anything bad, why do you want to go to hell?"

"Can I be resurrected?"

"You are dead and can't be resurrected."

"So now that I've completed all your tasks, where can I go?"

"Doing good deeds without asking for reward."

"You read so many books, and you always quote famous sayings. It's amazing!"

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

"If you can keep going, you'll have good luck, won't you?"

"If they're all dead, what good luck can there be?"

"Then isn't it lucky that you didn't go to hell?"

“It seems to make sense to think this way.”

"Can you promise that I won't go to hell?"

"I can't guarantee that. If you do something that goes against what I say and the outcome is bad, then of course you will still go to hell. As long as you follow through conscientiously, I think it will be fine."

"That's good, thank you!"

"Need not."

At this time, the petals fluttered, and the fragrance filled the air. It seemed that many dragonflies and butterflies also flew over. When the sun shone down, there were also human-shaped butterflies with wings flying over. They brought food and drinks. Living here really felt like heaven. They looked very friendly and had no intention of hurting him. The god of love stretched out his hand, and they flew away. After a while, they disappeared into the air.

I'm really curious about what kind of world this is.

Why is it so dark, gloomy and terrifying? The two form a sharp contrast, as if one is in heaven and the other is underground.

"Eat and drink well, then we will continue our business." The god of love said to him.

"Yes, my God. I try to do what I do."

"In the backyard is your rose garden. If you do things well or gain something, the roses in the yard will bloom. If all the roses in the garden are in bloom, you will be victorious. I believe you will do everything well and live up to my expectations." The god of love guided him.

"OK, thanks."

After eating and drinking, he strolled among the flowers and soon arrived at the yard she mentioned. It was really big, but it was desolate and there was nothing there. There was only a shriveled rose branch, sticking crookedly in the soil. It seemed that it had not sprouted at all, and it might even be dead.

My garden, how did she know I like roses?

Why roses?

Don’t roses represent love?

Does she love me? It's too much, I dare not think about it, haha.

Don't think about everything, calm down, adapt to this place seriously, and do the things you have planned. Everyone's love seems to be different, and their pursuits are also different. It's really hard to understand. Until now, he still doesn't understand what love is.

It is truly an eternal mystery.

This time it's a red pill, a red pill?

Is this a good thing?

All that came to his mind were marriages, newlyweds, handsome men and pretty women, loving and happy. He suddenly felt that he was in love, a little silly. However, red was beautiful, and the image was exactly what a wedding should look like. But this shouldn't be it, right?

Happiness does not necessarily mean love.