A bet, a game of chess, the pear blossom bloomed on its own, no thanks or regrets. He broke off a pear blossom, his expression was elegant and calm, her eyebrows slightly raised, but she looked at him steadily. "You..." She said, the man's eyes were dark, and he looked at her flatly. "I love you," he said, his voice was slightly hoarse, but particularly touching. "It's a lie." She let go of her hand, and the pear blossoms fell straight from her fingertips. It was the first time they met, why did this conversation sound so much like a sadomasochistic relationship! ! HE, soft spot, mysterious