Loving someone is like a menstrual period, which happens once a month. No matter how good I am, he always makes me suffer for a few days without warning. He has been deeply integrated into my life and my body.
I can't live without him.
This is my final definition.
Or, one day I will stop menstruating, but I am afraid that I will be dead on that day.
When I die, I will no longer think about you. Gu Qinghan.