Some people hate me and say that I am a mistress who is perverted and obsessed with a love that does not belong to me. Some people took pity on me and said that I was not worth it. They gave everything to them in exchange for waiting again and again. The nightmare of January is both a dream and reality. Whether I wake up or not is up to me, and luck or misfortune is not up to me. In January, I lost everything. This article is slow to gain popularity.