Just like my pen name, this is the longing I can't express to him, and we'll stop here. The heroine is myself, and this is a story about me and a boy for ten years. I am 22 years old and he has been half of my life. No one knows me here. I can finally express my thoughts about him to outsiders. After I was cremated, I probably only have my mouth left.
I like you, so you have to be alone all your life and never find someone to spend your life with. You can't do anything but me in this life, don't fall in love, don't get married, and can't find anyone to talk to you about. You can only be with me, you can only find me and no one else can.
I don't know in what capacity I am asking you, so I curse you for the rest of my life, and you will always be alone. You must always remember my appearance. You must remember the person who has been talking about you for ten years. We must live like this for the rest of our lives.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
