Love is like an incurable illness, terrifying and impossible to escape. Like a mysterious ache, it comes from somewhere we cannot identify or understand. It tentatively stirs deep in the heart, then faintly makes its way to the brain. We cannot know where the pain comes from or how it will manifest. It even feels as though it is not physical at all.
Thinking of you has become a habit. I wonder whether, at this moment, you can sense that somewhere out there, a foolish girl is foolishly in love with you. Whatever you do, she will go along with you, yet you have never said a single ambiguous word to her. She is always the one asking questions, while you always brush her off or act as though nothing has happened.
Because it was originally written as a monologue by a girl, names rarely appeared. Whenever I appeared, it was the heroine Su Qingyi, and the male protagonist was Zuo Beichen, the boy Su Qingyi had a crush on for a long time. I will make appropriate adjustments later, but the content will remain unchanged and will not affect your reading. I apologize for the inconvenience.
I have two names. The first one is called Yutong. I think both of them are good but I can't bear to part with them, so I use them both. I was lazy and rotten. I began to like silence, enjoy myself, and write moldy words to commemorate my moldy youth. Lingering among some moldy words, I look up at the sky and the corners of my eyes get wet, hoping to see the sun, but I am hurt by the sun every time. This is my first time here, so I hope you all can support me. It's actually not difficult to read more. As long as you add more comments, favorites, and votes, I'll be motivated to add more.
I'm new here and hope you all can support me.