Mr. H once advised me, "Don't think that the world is full of scumbags when you meet a scumbag. Love is still very beautiful." I didn't explain to him. In fact, I never thought that I met a scumbag. This word inherently carries too much disgust. How could I use such an unpleasant word to describe the person who had contracted all my youthful fantasies? However, his departure made me lose the ability to love others, including Mr. H.