Me, maybe.
I love someone, his name is Zhou Xingzhi,
I'm in this "house" where I don't know if it's him or me.
I wanted to go out for some air, and he took me out. I thought that his previous words about not letting me go out and asking me to recover was just as false as when he approached me and said, "I don't do homosexuality."
OK, I want to leave. I'm leaving
"Where is this place?"
Zhou Xingzhi suddenly felt that maybe the bubble in the sunny sky was about to burst.
Concept: wrong love