Three months before the college entrance examination, I helped my sister deal with her "puppy love" problem.
The other person was a boring gourd in a white school uniform, holding a thermos with paint peeling off. I blocked him at the end of the corridor and gave him a scolding. My heart softened and I handed him a box of breakfast milk: "Study hard and don't fall in love early." He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "... Okay."
Three months later, my sister cried and said that her crush ignored her at all. I opened the photo she had taken secretly, and there was a stack of square milk wrappers underneath the cover of the full-score test paper.
I sent a message: "I'm sorry."
He replied: "You finally know."
Later I realized that he had not been trained well - he had been waiting for this sentence for three whole months.
Purpose: Love and Growth