What is love? No one told me.
I don't know if doing this with Brother Yin counts as love.
Brother Yin, who likes to play, laugh and even suffer with him, who has always given me laughter and sacrificed for me, when did he change?
Memories tear apart my ignorant fantasies. Everything was just a scam for the one he loved. . .
If I could do it all over again, it would be better not to see it again.