Fourth Master, do you know?
When we first met that day, I remembered you deeply - a man with a cold face and a warm heart.
Later, I sought death and was rescued by you. My weak eyes made you feel a little pity.
You accompany me in the rain, practice calligraphy with me, I sing songs for you, you play the piano with me, and the days pass like this. ． ． ． ． ．
Gradually, the eighth master and the fourteenth master came into my life. I was moved and admired them, but I never fell in love with them! And you, just feeling sad alone, even began not to believe in our emotions, began to avoid me, avoid me. How melancholy do I feel? You may not understand. ． ． ． ． ．
But, how could I not know? I do not belong to this world. I am An Xiaoyi, an Internet writer in the 21st century. But now, I am Nian Jinyi, and you are Aixinjueluo Yinzhen, the fourth master. I can't accompany you until you grow old or die. So, please forget about me, and please believe that there is no one else in my heart, only Fourth Master. ． ． ． ． ．