Fang Ran's dependence on me stems from the hand he lost because of me when he was eleven years old. From that time on, he changed from a lively and cheerful silly boy to autistic. He can't say anything without me, and is habitually silent. That is not love. And loving him is an instinct that appeared in me when I was very young, and it is a young impulse that I dare not forget.
Why doesn't he love me? If I lose one hand, can he fall in love with me?