When Situ Nan said to me lightly: "Zhong Xiaoyou, I don't love you anymore", when the thread of fate broke so unexpectedly, when another seed of love was quietly buried in my soft heart, when it struggled to protrude, shocking A trace of tender stem was born, and when I cut it off mercilessly with my sharp nails, when there were still traces of its blood on my nails, the love that I couldn't hold on to, was entangled in the mist of sadness, and slowly condensed into cold death...