Love is two-way, and so is character.
People who are used to self-discipline will meet careless people, people who are used to sadness and depression will meet people who are warm and sunny, people who are used to loneliness will also meet someone whose eyes are full of each other. When they meet, they get to know each other, or they will hate each other, or they will never tire of seeing each other, or they will kill themselves like moths in the fire.
This is a collection of short stories, with only three stories. The stories are not long, but they are warm and sad stories.
The one I loved was just not you.
Concept: Love is two-way, and so is character.