A woman's life was miserable. She killed countless people for him, but he never looked at her. He thought she was a lowly person and not worthy of him.
A handsome young boy on campus wants nothing for her and gives up everything for her. However, he and she are not the same person after all. They are parallel lines, how can they intersect?
In the days of late March and early April, the roses were in full bloom, just like her love, strong, but as sad as blood. She was a pitiful person,
As the saying goes, "Poor people must be hateful"