My name is Zhou Ye.
When I was eighteen years old, I agreed to a man's confession.
Not because I like him, but because he cried and I felt soft.
I can give him everything except love.
I thought he would leave sooner or later.
But he waited ten years.
I also stayed with him for ten years.
I don't know what love is.
I only know that it is responsibility.
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Think about it for a moment:
This is a bit too difficult to write. I don't even know how to fill in the tag content.
Well, actually I still don't know what love is, every word of confession, every moment of action, or the secret love in my heart. Zhou Ye gave Xu Jinghuan everything except love. He was a perfect lover, but a failed lover.
Maybe what is love? Love or not, it no longer matters to Zhou Ye and Xu Jinghuan.
Concept: What is love?
