That day, I only remember your smile was so bright, your laughter was so loud, and the people around you were so happy. Maybe I was also happy at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to you, or I wouldn't have been very excited. Later, when I thought about this feeling again, it felt very strange. Now I even doubt, did I really like you? Looking back on our story, it seems that there is really nothing memorable for me. Is it just me being ruthless? Do I really not like you? No, it's you who are slowly wearing away my love, and it's you who are slowly making me disappointed. I'm really tired
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
