Thousands of words I wanted to say to that person were turned into one sentence, and we were just netizens. Immature emotions come to an end at the hottest moment, and the nagging chatter of a cliff-hanging breakup can be regarded as a sequelae. The chapters are very short, and I just don't want to think about them anymore. It's better to write them down than to think about them again. (I am a girl and so is she, please consider accordingly)
Intention: People are selfish and consider themselves first.