I remember that when I was a student, I liked someone very much. It must be a secret crush or a high degree of attention. At the same time, I also liked to get to know some friends of the opposite sex and was very good at chatting and making friends with them, until I was 17 years old. That year, while I was under pressure from the college entrance examination, I also had very strong family pressure. I witnessed what was originally a happy and stable family falling apart overnight, and one big family split into two families. If my original big family was not as stable and happy as I thought, then this new family seems so weak and unreliable to me. This article is a story about a family separation that happened when I was 17. At that time, I thought that even if there was a conflict, I could still accept it and they could continue to be as frank and accepting as usual. But I never imagined that there would be such a contrast between me six years later and myself that year. I hope this story can give some comfort to people like me and I hope I can receive advice and methods from everyone on how to deal with this.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
