I chased you from behind again and again, but you didn't pay attention. Finally you stopped and saw me, our eyes met. I looked at you lovingly, and you said to me, "Don't always follow me in the future, and you stepped on me again." After hearing this, I stopped looking at you and wanted to kill you. Fortunately, I am a girl with a face thicker than a city wall. . . . . .
Intention: Destined and divided