When I met him when I was seventeen, I couldn't hide from his fiery eyes.
When did you start falling in love with Zuo Haodong? From turning his head inadvertently from time to time, seeing his deep and focused eyes, from the solid and safe chest he felt when he was in the desert of eastern Algeria. I don't know, I have already fallen in love with this man who I look up to.
Later, I encountered a terrorist attack over Russia. After narrowly escaping from death, I told myself that if I could survive, I would forget about him.
Forget this fruitless love, forget the man who made me cry all night long.
After completing his studies, he returned to China and met again, but he was no longer the deep and warm man he used to be. Every time we met, he pressed me step by step. His cold-bloodedness and cruelty made it impossible for me to retreat.