I thought he was just crazy about love for a moment, but I didn't expect that this crazy thing would last for fifteen years.
He practiced calligraphy for fifteen years just to remember her name;
He wrote fifteen letters and sent them to distant places every year, refusing to give up even though they were lost in the sea;
For her, he disobeyed his father, alienated his relatives, guarded the dilapidated house, and waited for her for fifteen years.
Until she came back and took away his house, it turned out that she was getting married.
It turns out that all the waiting, from the beginning, has been his one-man show.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was her who we met for the first time, and it was him who said goodbye.
[Warning: All abuse, no sweetness, BE aesthetics, great stamina, readers who don't like abuse and tragedy should beware!
Intention: Obsession is like a cage, and the wrong love will eventually become empty
