Grandma said that I only have one emotional line, which is entangled all the way, and the few short lines are just passing by. When love becomes entangled in the end, it is no longer as pure and simple as love, nor is it the entire reason for two people to be together. I have spent all my efforts, but he is the only one, and after so many years of entanglement, there is only him. I bet on the last love in my life, and it is still him. Whether it is a passerby or something else is not that important anymore. I am destined to be entangled with the person in front of me until death.