I left him when he was at a low point in his life, but he came to me when I was lost. At this time, I felt that there were countless gaps between us, so I rejected him thousands of miles away.
I retreated and he advanced, and I got angry and he knelt down. Perhaps because of the lesson he experienced last time, he became particularly concerned about my every word, every move, and didn't dare to slack off at all.
I said I'm sorry countless times, and he responded with tens of thousands of words saying it doesn't matter. I think in such a miserable life, the luckiest thing that happened to me was meeting him.
He once said: I would rather you have selective amnesia and forget our story, so that I can chase you again.
He is a film and television actor. He is often unable to be with me at all times due to his work, but he would rather bear the reputation of being a big-time celebrity and come all the way home to be with me, just because he said something that made me feel uncomfortable.
And I finally decided to get back together with him, because at that time, the lights were flashing and the neon lights were bright. He pulled me to speak to many microphones and in front of many audiences, and said to me firmly: You are my girlfriend.