He hid his sincerity and remained a shadow for three years. Learn another person's smile, habits, and walk.
Later that person came back. He looked at the person he liked with his own eyes, hugged others and said - "This is the person who is at the top of my heart."
That night, he made a decision. When he woke up, he didn't remember that person.
The man who had spoken coldly to him was kneeling in the heavy rain, digging away at the rocks. His hands were cut to pieces, and he was crying and calling his name.
He squatted next to him, holding a dead stray cat in his arms, and said softly: "Sir, your hand is bleeding."
Intent: Love is not imitation or substitution, love what you love
