How could he love me? He always picks on me. Senior Sister, you're not making this up, are you?
Back then, I was naive. When Senior Sister said he loved me, I thought she was just joking. That guy was always picking on me. How could he love me?
But I never expected that he really did love me, and that someone really was deceiving me. The person who lied to me wasn't Senior Sister. It was him...
I never knew that sometimes, a lie could also be a kind of love... one that cuts deep and never fades...
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