I look back on those days when we were all young and young, and she was the most beautiful woman in the world, innocent and as clear as a mirror. I met him by the red plum tree. He was a young hero, handsome and picturesque, but my heart fell from that point on.
In just three days, the love was so deep that it was hard to extricate themselves, and the oaths of friendship were engraved on the edge of a knife. I thought I could stay together forever, with my white hair by my side for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly, he turned against me and was ruthless, causing my heart to be broken and almost dead.
How much hatred was in my dream last night.
Yes, she has hatred. She hates why she got out of the car and looked at the red plums seven years ago. She hates why she fell in love with this person and didn't know whether the love was true or false.
Her hatred was boundless, and until the moment she saw him on the school field today, she could still hear the sound of her heart breaking and bleeding echoing in her ears.