The first time I met him was at a noisy KTV. He was drunk and walked into the wrong room and recognized the wrong person. He sat next to her and said he liked her. The light shone brightly on his face, and she couldn't see it clearly. She only knew that she surprisingly liked his eyebrows and eyes. The second time she met him was at the university's orientation party. She didn't expect that they were actually in the same school. At the party, he sang Bieber's "as long as you love me" with constant applause. Like a plague, it eroded her as quickly as possible, leaving her beyond recovery.
Since then, this song has become the only song on her phone. But as time went by, she knew that the person he loved was not her, and never had been.
Later, there was another person beside her, and he stood beside her, eight years apart.
It doesn't matter how much I love him. He doesn't love me back.
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