The Princess and the Pea and One Hundred Years

In the end, I still can't completely reconcile with my teammates. I will always retain a small piece of stubborn hatred in the deepest part of my soul, and I believe they do too. It was like a pea under a princess's mattress. It wouldn't kill me, but it would leave me bruised all over and unable to sleep with my eyes open for a long night. When I grew up, I got along well with everyone. We were measured and interacted appropriately. We would say sweet toasts when raising glasses. With a layer of belly between us, no one would put their living hearts on the dinner plate for others to show and comment on. "Reality" became a kind of curiosity. Sadly, I still long for true love. The truth is clear and desperate: if I want to find a lover who truly understands me, I can only find it among the people I hate. Idea: What should I do if I get into a love dispute with my teammates?