I once naively thought that I could always be her "Min'er", the "Min'er" that only she could call me.
I once foolishly thought that if I only wanted that person to be happy, I would be happy too.
But in fact, at that time, I didn't know what happiness was.
Later, when I grew up, I thought I understood everything.
But in fact, I still don't understand anything.
My mind was like a blank sheet of paper, and she wrote on it with a pencil.
She disappeared, but the words did not disappear.
I tried hard to rub it back and forth with my best eraser over and over again, trying to erase the writing.
However, the traces cannot be wiped clean.
I hate her.
I hate that liar named Shengqi, the only liar who didn't lie to me was "Sister Xin'er is the only one I love."
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"Min'er, can I call you Min'er?"
It wasn't until I met an impostor that I realized that I would never be able to escape her memories for the rest of my life.
Or maybe, this is just me forcing myself to go into jail.