I think after today's results came out, the stone in my heart still fell to the ground. People always ask me why I have been entangled with this person and why I have been sad. I can feel the ambiguity between us, the bag on my back, the mahjong in my hand, and the same cigarette we smoked together. Maybe she understands the sense of boundaries better than me. Tarot said that she felt that I couldn't give her a sense of security. The two senior sisters were also excited. You won the competition. I am happier than anyone else with your progress. After all, I trained you with my own hands. The sense of accomplishment is self-evident. Thank you for bearing the pressure I put on you. Looking back, it's still not about pain, but more about growth. I have never figured out what you really think, but I think it doesn't matter anymore. There are new people around you, and these short memories between us are enough. "Little Big" is the name I gave you, your weird name that introduces you to your training when meeting everyone, and your handsome face that turns rosy when you take a sip of wine. I admit that I like you, not only for your face, but also for the values and freedom that I have never been exposed to. I have been struggling with your attitude that night, just to confirm whether you have had feelings for me. Of course, it doesn't matter, because I can't help but feel the hand holding the back of my head. You have also been in pain, dreaming for 9 consecutive days. Maybe you are also dreaming about me. If we meet again, maybe you can raise your hand and call me again, "Hello, senior sister."
Intention: If I had not escaped, would the outcome have been different?