I know that God is fair. Although I don't have beauty, I have happiness and ordinaryness. Although I don't have dozens of boyfriends, it would be nice to have you.
Does God blame me for being greedy? Blame me for monopolizing your tenderness. You left without even saying goodbye.
He was recognized as a talented person in the university, but he caused me to hit the "wall" while walking and my feet cramped when I ran. Becoming an inexplicable "third party", or even becoming the number one public enemy of the girls in the school, etc. These are not the worst.
The worst part is, he said he was in love with me. How can I, as ordinary as I am, be worthy of him?