I don't understand and I never cherish it.
Many years later, I finally sighed: "People always hope that they are the one who is loved, and rarely do the one who gives."
As a result, the two people who heard my sigh jumped up from the sofa and turned to stare at me. One looked like he had swallowed a fly in his throat and was so frightened that he was almost beyond recognition, and the other looked like he had experienced all kinds of hardships but was in disbelief and had forgotten to even breathe. We had skin-to-skin contact with the man in front, and we also had skin-to-skin contact with the man in the back. Well, one is a moral brother and the other is a legal husband. Oh, the man in my life...