If I say I don't like you, then you are destined to be a tragedy. I said I like you, so congratulations. I was making up a random dream for you, and the ending has become a dead end. If I say I love you, haha, then you will be fooled. I am making up a random dream for you, a dream called hurt.
He actually asked me in front of me: "Does your heart hurt?"
I don't know how to answer: "What do you think?"
"You know? If your heart hurts, I will be happy?"
"Why?"
"Because you will cherish me!"
"This..."
"Who do I think I am in your heart?"
"I, I don't know!" I chose to escape. I ran away, but his words lingered in my ears for a damn long time...
Men, don't think you can warm my cold heart. The reality is too cruel. I am no longer innocent. If you want to conquer me, can you bear it with my fragile and numb soul?