He took all the meals I cooked.
He also accepted all the bathing videos taken by his ex-boyfriend.
After I left, he realized that some things can never be taken back once they are lost.
Later, a sign hung at the door of his store read: "Please be venomous, please complain."
I pushed the door open, went in, took a bite of the food he cooked, and said, "It's overcooked."
He looked at me, tears falling into the pot: "Then... I will do it again. For the rest of my life, it will work."
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you