Like many young lovers, I would ask some naive questions, such as: "Will you stop wanting me when you become famous? Will you stop loving me?" He smiled there, and I knew he was making fun of me! "Idiot! I'm not famous yet, okay? You're going to ask me after I become famous!" From what he said, if he becomes famous in the future, he will definitely not want me anymore. "Okay! You mean you won't want me when you become famous in the future, right!" I pretended to cry. "You little fool, I will never say that you remember that I will always love you, unless you say you don't love me anymore." I burst into tears at his little fool's words, "You are the only one." You're a big idiot. If I say I don't love you anymore, I must have a reason. You know how much I love you, otherwise I won't say it until I die. If one day I say it, you will have to keep me, you know, because I must be modest." I said, I won't say it. "Okay, okay, I know. One day, I will definitely cry and beg you not to leave me. That's enough!" "Humph! That's more like it."
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