He pursued me throughout high school and never got tired of sending me flowers and sweets every day.
One day I tilted my head and asked him: "Don't you think this is troublesome?"
He pursed his lips and said nothing. After a while, he shook his head and said, "It won't be troublesome to give things to the people you like."
I was bullied by a gangster and he threw a schoolbag at me.
"Come at me! Come at me!"
I applied medicine to him, and he raised his eyebrows and asked softly: "Aren't you handsome?"
With tears in my eyes, I couldn't bear to show weakness and raised my eyebrows to imitate him, and then asked him: "Sister, go help you get revenge!"
He pulled me into his arms and asked me with a smile: "Try it."
I nodded heavily, determined to take responsibility for him.
I didn't expect... He would forget me
"Sister! Let me see him again! Just once..."
Short story/be
Concept: It turns out that there are many ways to separate.