When she was thirteen, Meng Xian met ten-year-old Meng Yan.
She liked her very much, and loved her dearly.
"I love you, so you can only be mine," Meng Xian had told Meng Yan.
But Meng Yan didn’t love her, not at all. Her life had become a complete mess because of Meng Xian: betrayal by friends, the person she loved leaving her, and pain she couldn’t talk about, all because of that so-called love.
"Love means two people loving each other. Do you understand? I don’t love you, not at all," Meng Yan told her.
"It doesn’t matter whether you love me. We have a long future ahead. As long as we’re together, I won’t let you leave me."
...What kind of love is this?
This is a new writer’s first story 0.0
Someone read it ~ well written