Before God struck me, I thought, ridiculously, that I was the happiest person in the world. But later I learned that the person playing God was my favorite person, and she sacrificed me in order to satisfy her love. I hate her, I hate her so much that my heart aches, but just because of her apology, my tears fell unsatisfactorily. It turns out that all the conspiracy was just a joke of youth. I looked at the peach garden where we had promised to spend our lives together, and the beautiful peach blossoms in the garden told me: pain speaks of love.
Later, I went to Beijing, while I studied abroad in the United States and dropped out of art school. The three of us were separated by three places, as if we would never see each other again in our lives.
That year, the flowers fell and people dispersed, but they never separated...