Xu Xiao felt sad. Whether it was love or hate, Lin Zixiao was like jade embedded in gold, firmly embedded in her memory. Even though three years had passed, she still couldn't face him.
She thought she was strong enough, but now she realizes that she has always been the weak self she once was.
Xu Xiao couldn't stop her tears, not only crying for that person, but also crying for her own uselessness. It turned out that there were some injuries that even time could not heal.
Well, this is actually a heart-warming pseudo-literary story cloaked in sadomasochism~