8 Years ago, I traveled all over the city and spent a month's living expenses to buy what I thought was the most beautiful pair of couple's shoes, and gave them to the man who thought he meant the world to me at the time, but that man gave me to someone else that day. Even though he was my first man, even though the master said that he was my noble man and brought me into another world and made me a blessing in disguise, I still hate him, but the hatred is very weak now. Why should I hate a person who has been dead for almost 8 years, even if he sold me. It's just a pity that I couldn't wear the pair of canvas shoes that I bought so hard.