Loving You Is My Shame

The young man stood under the cherry blossom tree in full bloom. His hair was as shiny as black jade, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as porcelain. The woman turned around and was about to leave, but she heard the man's cold and emotionless command: "Answer me, is it so difficult to admit that you love me?" A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth, and her voice was somewhat suppressed: "It is indeed difficult to say I love you. The greatest shame in my life is falling in love with you. Admitting that I love you is even more humiliating to me. How can I say it?" The man gradually stopped smiling, and seemed a little disappointed. A trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He still asked without giving up: "It turns out that loving me can make you so embarrassed. It turns out that liking me is your shame. Can you please love me again?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.