I don't just look at someone and say, "Hey, you look familiar." Or praise non-existent advantages without any reason. I'm not scolding anyone who doesn't like me. Your ancestors even wanted to torture you to death. Or beat him with a toilet brush because he thought the toilet brush was his relative. But with these two people, I gave up my reason and foolishly did things I shouldn't have done. When I encounter hate and love, I realize that all the persistence is just air and can never be controlled. I love fiercely and hate madly. Will a liquid with sugar and salt taste better? Everyone likes sugar water. It's just that I'm not a sweet girl, not now and never will be in the future. But I don't regret my youthful frivolity. Sometimes I even think proudly that I can be so strong and drink this liquid forever. I think it tastes better than tears.