There are about 3,000 10 days in a person's life, from birth to death to meeting you. All my love and tolerance for you turned into a sharp knife that stabbed me. You tore me apart ruthlessly, and it took me ten days to rebuild myself. But the truth was revealed layer by layer, and the wounds were opened repeatedly and became extremely ugly. I lost myself, and my confusion was nowhere to be resolved. What I am pursuing has become the subject of my life.
Intention: A person will always meet many people in the process of growing up, some good and some bad. But no matter what, don't give up on yourself. People should grasp themselves in love, and they will not become vulnerable no matter who they are in front of in the future. Come on, you are great.