May the one you love understand both what you mean and what you can't bring yourself to say.
The mouse, the keyboard, and the screen before me: within this tiny space, blades flash and blood sprays. I sit here not just to win. My hands are no longer at their peak, and my awareness grows weaker by the day, but my love for this is sincere, at least for now. The victories and defeats of life have never been confined to a single match. What can defeat me has never been your contempt or your slander.
Nothing in this world stays the same forever. So what is it about me that you love? You think I'm beautiful, but ten or twenty years from now I'll be ugly. You think I have a good personality, but I can still quarrel with people over petty things...
Is there no love in esports...?
“Tang, it's been three years. You're finally back. Congratulations!” He pulled me into his arms. The faint scent of sweat mixed with mint stopped my thoughts in their tracks. In a voice full of temptation, he whispered in my ear, “So, can you hear it? The sound of my heart beating. It's speaking for me, telling you that I love you. I always have.”
