A boy's love is like the wind in the twelfth lunar month, which comes and goes quickly, leaving only the coldness all over his body.
Sometimes the boy's words were like the pink on his face, sometimes like a cold knife. In the end, the pink on his face was gone, leaving only the heartbreaking pain. The boy's regret was like a scale, annoying and entangled.
A girl's love is pure and passionate. Her heart is only for one person. In the end, her love ends with love and entanglement.
"Can you consider my feelings? I am your girlfriend."
"Mianmian, I was wrong, please forgive me. I will never leave you alone in the future."
Intention: None