"I like you."
"Guessed it."
"You... Don't like me, right?"
"Little sister, live a good life."
…
"Actually, you're pretty good."
"Don't you know I like you? Can't you just know it in your heart? Can you be a little more conscious!"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
…
"You obviously like me a little bit because of me, don't you?"
"No."
"You fart!"
"No swearing!"
"You lied."
By the time I understood some truth, I had become a lonely ghost.
A man who is much older than me, better than me, richer than me, and everywhere he goes he is filled with this irreplaceable magnanimity. This man was supposed to be a stranger that I couldn't even rub shoulders with, but by chance, I could read other people's hearts, so I got close to him, and fell hopelessly in love with him. The experience is the same as a romance novel, but it cannot be as beautiful as a romance novel. From secret love to explicit love, it has always been unrequited love in the past. He doesn't like me, but why can I see you next to me when I look up? He is so good, so good that I can't touch him. I just want to escape.
Destiny, you can't open your eyes. Look at me. Isn't that enough? How far are you going to push me? !