I was born in expectation, but grew up in curse. I tried every means to get rid of my indifferent family, and I looked everywhere for someone who could take me away.
For the first time, I clung to a newly sprouted sapling like a dodder. I hoped that he would take me to grow up together and grow into a towering tree, but he abandoned me. My family took me home and broke my vines again.
Ten years ago you held my hand, caressed my wounds, and gave me a new beginning. I thought we could grow old together, but ten years later you abandoned me coldly.
When we meet again, my vines have grown long and lush, and I firmly believe that I will be better off without you. But you hugged me gently, kissed me carefully, and told me about your lovesickness. I was addicted.
When I woke up, I realized that I was just a pawn for your revenge.
I held your hand and asked: "If there were no such grudges, would you be willing to grow old with me?"
You touched my face and smiled coldly: "There is no what if..."