It was a very big snow, covering up all the glitz of the city, turning everything beautiful or ugly into flawless white. I think I will never forget that day. It was the beginning of my sin. I thought I would hate him, but after so many things, I discovered that loving him has become a habit, and the so-called hatred is just a humble hope that he cares about me more. But why should I break my last hope? Do I just love you, just love you, or am I as noble as you? Do you think that even loving you is a stain for you? Then why did you save me in the first place? If all this is just a mistake, is it too late for me to correct it now? If all that is left in loving you is despair, and if you who make up my whole world no longer need me, then what is left in my life? Please tell me my dearest person, if I die now, will you remember that there was me in this world?