He always felt that he was a person who brought misfortune to others, and that it was his own problems that led to the death of his parents. I had been forcing myself to stay away from him, but that person actually approached him with a smile and said, "Even if you are unlucky and others stay far away from you, I will always be with you. I am a blessing. I will wipe away your bad luck."
When did I start to like his gentleness, his domineering, and his meticulous care? I gradually had an extravagant hope in my heart that I could continue to be like this with him! Her appearance disrupted everything. She really wasn't worthy of him, so she might as well leave. . .
Damn it, he left quietly alone. No matter what, if I get him back this time, I won't let him go again.