The first time I met my favorite sister was at a script-killing shop.
She sat next to me and smiled, and my heartbeat never dropped above 120.
She said my rainbow bracelet was beautiful.
She said "me too".
She said she missed me, said she was looking forward to meeting me, and said "this is our first date."
Then she started asking me to wait
Then she started not replying to messages.
Then I started counting the seconds until she disappeared.
Later I discovered that I was asking myself the same question every day:
Did Sister Xinxuan get back to me today?
Intent: Ambiguity makes people suffer all kinds of grievances