There is no reason to write this story: suddenly a group of people appeared in my mind, suddenly they started to entangle each other, suddenly all the love and hate came together, suddenly they all looked at me from a distance and smiled at me...
Since a long time ago, I have always wanted to write a heart-wrenching story that is neither sad nor happy, neither painful nor itchy, and can pierce the softest part of the heart like a sword pointed directly at the heart; there is no heart-breaking, only helplessness. It may not be to the liking of most people, but it can stir up ripples in the hearts of most people who see it.
Of course, I'm not sure this story achieves that effect.
Despair is the saddest emotion in the world. I am in despair, my heart is dead, and my life has lost all meaning. When love reaches the end of despair, should you choose to live like a walking zombie, or leave your last decisive figure to the world? No one knows the answer, and no one knows which answer is right or wrong; even if they have fallen in love to despair, all the people who still care about them, I think, will still find ways to let the person they love live without any scruples.
So, when love is broken, when hatred and despair, among these stubborn and persistent children, who will make sacrifices for whom, and who will carry another blue sky for whom?