The Nth Time She Lowered Her Head Under the Cold Wind

Campus Romance｜Fell in one glance｜Sadomasochism The first time I met him was in the cafeteria. The moment he opened the door and walked in, he was wearing a mask and a hat, and had a distant and cold demeanor. However, his pupils were so bright that he looked at me quietly. Just one look, one glance, trapped me for several years of sober sinking and pain. Downstairs in the dormitory in the cold wind, I bowed my head again and again and broke up over and over again. I lost count. I often think that I probably owed him too much in my previous life, and I have to repay him in this life. Once the debt is paid off, everything will be over. —— "Don't you think you're being pretentious?" "It's not that I want you to be nice to me, it's you who insists on being nice to me." "Isn't it interesting to hold on to things that have long since passed?" ——— It's not the vigorous love in novels, it's just the fools of all living beings who persist in being trapped in love even though they know there is no result. Young love is inherently clumsy and humble, and there is no decisive way to let go. There are only endless pulls, injuries and unwillingness to let go and continue to persevere. Love itself is not sober, and only sober people will not suffer from love. I never liked being called a love brain, I was just a sober addict.