My name is Duan Qiuzhao, and I accept death.
You ask me what I believe? Fu Yanyi is my reason.
I am very simple, I will only love one way in this life, and I will tell you everything.
But Fu Yanyi is not easy, I really can't handle him.
When he was seventeen years old, he pressed a cigarette butt on the perfect score paper in front of me and asked me to stop calling him a good student.
I confessed my love to him four times and he even called me a dog.
He said he had never liked a man, but I knew he loved me.
He loved me and I loved him. I thought we would be like this for the rest of our lives.
One time I was injured because of him and my marriage line was cut off. The doctor said that I would have a rough love life in the future, but I didn't believe it and was too lazy to take care of it.
It wasn't until later that I personally pushed Fu Yanyi away.
No misunderstanding, no betrayal.
He loved me and I loved him, but I just pushed him away.
I see that the people around me are quite accepting of death, and they all have their own red light stop.
Some people always keep a bottle of pesticide on their bedside table. Someone is guarding the courtyard for a lifetime. Someone made a fake invitation just to have a look at the wedding.
Some wait until death, some wait until a new beginning, and some wait until the end to understand that waiting is also a kind of waiting.
I don't know which one I belong to.
I thought that this was it for us, but I never imagined that eleven years later, he would still be able to stand in front of me and ask,
"Do you still love me?"
Intention: Wait and persevere