There was a stabbing pain in my heart, and I saw myself shouting at him, you can leave if you want, why do you still want to hang on to me? Do I just come and leave with a wave of my hand? Do you just want to see all that remains of my self-esteem?
I turned around gracefully and strode away, not looking at the boy with a bright smile but a hint of sadness. As a sophisticated and rational woman, I knew that he would not belong to me, even if he now finds that he likes me and cares about me.
He is just a boy, obviously 23 years old, but he is still like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with a vague sadness. He fell in love with me in ignorance, and then abandoned me in confusion...
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