In the history of my few college romances, I have only met two romances, but each time was surprisingly more outrageous. I trampled the first peach blossom to death while gloating about my misfortune, and then I happened to meet a "faggot"! ? Even though I finally had a secret love, it happened to be one of my own, and the rabbit wouldn't eat grass from the nest, so I deserved to be heartbroken!