"I don't need your equal love, the same love for everyone. But, I am insecure. What you give me is the same as what you give to everyone, which makes me feel that you will suddenly leave one day and choose someone else without hesitation." She cried heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to take out all her grievances and put them in front of him. The tears kept flowing, like beads with broken strings, one drop or two, like a knife inserted into her heart, one cut at a time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
