"I still remember your words before leaving: If deep love is a tragedy, it must be read in death. I was so stupid to believe that you will never forget me forever. It's a pity that you never remember me even in this life." Ma Su raised his hand, still wearing the windbreaker when he came. Tears from the corners of his eyes seeped through the cold palms and slowly flowed out from between his fingers. The heartache at this moment, even if the knife pierces the bone, is not as painful as it hurts.
Why don't you like me?