I have always thought that everything is just the arrangement of fate, and I have never resisted anything. I have always felt that it is not bad to live the rest of my life just like this, without any surprises or joys. It is calm, indifferent, and calm. It is really a great joy in life! However, why is the fact completely different? Why did God play such a big joke on me? Does it really think that I have no temper? Why should I regard my indifference as resignation? This time I will not be "happy-hearted" anymore. This time I will let you understand: never use my softness as capital for your wantonness, and don't use my tolerance as a bargaining chip for you to hurt me unscrupulously...