Opening the diary, I really hate myself for not studying Chinese well. There are several "hims" in the diary that I can't even understand.
But I remember that midsummer night when cicadas were chirping, the tip of my nose was filled with the faint fragrance of epiphyllum, and the young man with gleaming eyes accepted my confession, but told me:
"Ten years later, you will cheat."
"But I want to love you again."
Intention: sadomasochism