Wen Liangzhu, that time you held my hand and asked me if I liked you. I have never answered, what is love? Love is when you feel you can be with that person without hesitation even if you lose everything. And if her own reasons hurt her, she would turn around without hesitation, even if it hurts her heart. Only you know. When we were separated, you didn't say anything, you just kept looking at me. I know you. You can't stand up and ask me why like you're crazy. You will just accept it calmly. I liked you once, but now, I really hate you. Maybe the fact that we have been together is the best redemption for fate.
I can't afford to hurt my writing, I can't stand criticism, I refuse to collect it, and then I collect it.