The first time I saw you, you were on TV, angrily expressing your opinion on a piece of news. I was 18 years old at that time.
The second time I met you, you were in the supermarket with a noble woman beside you. It turns out that you also have such a side of life. I was 22 years old at that time.
The third time we got to know each other, you were at the TV station and I appeared in front of you as an intern, I think we finally had a conversation. I was 23 years old at that time.
I don't know what keeps me persisting until now, and what role you have played in these 9 years. I only know that for you, I played an admirer, a scholar, and a person who stays by your side silently. It doesn't matter if it's worth it or not, I just want you.