He said with a dark face: "Damn it, didn't you say you won't accept people? Why did another one come?" Later, he slapped me in the face and said: "Huh, you don't even know how to call me. Good night, baby." But things go counterproductive, will it eventually become a regret? "Sorry, I don't want to talk anymore." Is time the best medicine? Will my countless unspeakable moments and silent tears at night really be healed by time?
Intention: Don't let the love of young people become regrets