The seventeen-year-old didn't understand why he didn't love the twenty-eight-year-old himself anymore...
"Hate him?"
"I don't hate him. He treated me the best before."
"There is a kind of emotion, abandoning it is like thousands of ants gnawing at one's heart, eating it is like a stuck in one's throat, it is so complicated."
Reader comments
It's a very short story, and I still feel a little uncomfortable after reading it. The seventeen-year-old Li Xun'ai is true, and the twenty-eight-year-old Li Xun'ai is also true.
It's quite sad. The joy of New Year's Eve is ultimately not worth the money, rice, oil and salt.
It's a very short story, and I still feel a little uncomfortable after reading it. The seventeen-year-old Li Xun'ai is true, and the twenty-eight-year-old Li Xun'ai is also true.
It's quite sad. The joy of New Year's Eve is ultimately not worth the money, rice, oil and salt.