I don't know where the love started, it's deep in the past. This sentence is very cliché, but it sums up my pursuit and attachment to Jingxu for ten years. My love didn't know its way back, and it dispersed with the wind, which also expressed my relief at giving up on him. But my relief was exchanged for Jingxu's confusion. He couldn't understand why I suddenly stopped loving me, but he didn't know that it was him who let me go first, not me. The love may be deep, but every time the hurt is deep or shallow, it is replaced by discouragement and relief...
