A huge city, bustling streets, and unfamiliar faces. . . . . . . . .
Those who intersect with each other among these messy things or people are happy
The first time I met Yi was in the classroom of the freshmen who had just been separated. At that time, I had zero impression of him. However, three years later, in the surprised eyes of my friends, we began a relationship that seemed destined to be fruitless. It was like two broken dolls piled together, and they were lifeless dolls. There was only these, and the moment they separated, it was like being slapped, and they fell to the ground and couldn't get up. . . . . . It was icy and cold.
It felt as if my heart was being pulled away, as if everything was back to where it started, so real and cold.
In our junior year, we were so bored that we were about to die, lifeless. Perhaps it was in this mood that we had no direction and just spent every day, just in boredom. . . . . .
Saying this may make people uncomfortable, but it is a true feeling and a fact.