That summer, I met a boy from my school. He was one year younger than me. He was a repeat student in the dormitory and he was just seventeen years old. As a result, we were in the same school but not in the same class, so the story began. If I hadn't added friends at the beginning, there would have been no subsequent story and there would have been no crossing of the line. After we broke up, I spent the whole year of high school letting go. He even talked to me. While I was waiting for him, I asked him to get back together three times, but he didn't agree, and I gave up, so I thought it was impossible. However, he asked me to get back together, and I agreed without hesitation. After getting back together, there was no topic, and I texted him morning and night every day, which really made me think wildly. Later, I raised my points again, and just like that, our story ended. I really took this relationship seriously. I was stuck in it for half my life. I was really tired. Everyone around me was trying to persuade me to let go. I was the one covering my ears to love you. In letting go I always go back on my promise. Liu Yibo, I love you
Intention: "I have also been gentle but in the end I found that gentleness is worthless"