"The kindness you've been doing to me these days turns out to be just to leave me?"
His left hand was tightly around my waist, and his right hand was caressing my face ambiguously. His voice was as sharp as ice, and his gloomy eyes locked my gaze firmly, as if he wanted to analyze me thoroughly from the inside out.
I was startled and looked at him blankly. He... Knew everything?
"Haha..." He laughed, his laughter was sad and full of pain, "I should have thought of it a long time ago. In your heart, I have never been anything, nothing..."
Whose love is achieved through time travel? Whose heart was broken? Those who love me and those whom I love, who will be my beloved forever?
Solemnly declare:
I don't abuse the female protagonist, I don't abuse her, I don't abuse her, I don't abuse her, I won't abuse her even if I beat her to death;
Even if I don't write tragedies, I won't write them. Even if I don't write them, I won't write them even to death.