Who Do You Love Me Like?

[No writing! JJ pulled out my saved manuscripts! Not updated yet! ! ! ] -Come play me, come pretend to love me, no matter who you love me like- On a snowy night, f was walking on the street. After a long time, she raised her frozen hand and held the phone, and choked out the name she had not dared to say for three years. Then she burst into tears, and the cold wind of heaven and earth tried to cover her up, allowing her to cry. "I miss you..." The receiver of her cell phone was silent, and she finally collapsed. She sat down slumped regardless of people coming or going or parking cars on the street. But when she fell, a pair of hands held her firmly. F looked at his face in a daze. He looked with cold eyes at her hand that suddenly dropped and had a weak wrist. The screen of the mobile phone held in that hand was on, showing an undialed number. The number he has not dared to change for three years. "You are so good at acting." There was a coldness in his voice, and he hugged Miss F into his arms. In F's ears was a voice that was decisively falling into hell: "I still want to be fooled." Intention: Willing to do anything for love