The mark of growth is like a scar that cannot be erased. It is neither painful nor itchy, but you can see it.
First meeting.
"My name is Zhou Yao, far away, what about you?"
"I... My name is Meng Yue."
Later.
"Meng Yue, if I, Zhou Yao, like you in the future, I will be a fool."
And later.
"Zhou Yao, I like you."
"A wise man said he won't like you."
As soon as Meng Yue, who had not cried for a long time, burst into tears, Zhou Yao panicked.
"Hey, don't cry. I didn't even cry when I chased you away or bullied you before. Why now..."
"Zhou Yao, don't abandon me, okay?"
"I don't want you, who wants you?"
Intention: The pain of growing up will eventually be healed.
