Met in autumn. Seasons I hate. I like you in spring, the season of my love.
The difference is in summer, the hot season, sandwiched between what I love and what I hate.
Stop leaning on my desk, stop looking back, stop replying to the note I sent you, and stop messing around with me, Xu Mi.
Just regret it. It's better than being disappointed, and it's better than being uncomfortable when you ask for something but don't get it.
Next time you put your hand on me, I will avoid it too.
I like you.
So I choose regret.
Intention: Regret