If love is about two people being mean together, then I am the only one who is being mean.
I fell in love with an "old man" and now I've decided to forget about him.
How much I wanted to destroy him, but I knew that even destruction could not satisfy my insatiable possessive desire.
Goodbye, my love; goodbye, my immature pride.
This article does not have Xiaoyan's fantasy. My old man does not have the image of a tall, rich and handsome man that is familiar to the public. But here he only belongs to me, the one who once drove me crazy. Love is such a cruel reality, and romance is just a momentary fireworks...