Jiang Ming once said: "He was originally the brightest moon in the sky, but because of me, a gravel falling from the sky, he became the most dazzling shooting star in my eyes."
"Can you sing another song for me?"
"What?"
"I love you"
"... I don't love you, I've said it many times"
Lin Yue: "Jiang Ming, I'll take you home."
As soon as Lin Yue finished speaking, the surrounding voices became quieter and quieter, so quiet that they seemed to have disappeared. After that, no one heard or knew about them.
In October, the autumn wind blew away the yellowing ginkgo trees again, but the words "I love you, Lin Yue" that Jiang Ming wanted to hear never came out.
Looking at the autumn yellow all over the ground, there is only one voice...
"Lin Yue, I don't love you anymore"
Intention: None yet