As time goes by, some things gradually become numb, such as love. I thought I was so in love with him that I would travel thousands of miles to see him every time. There was an orange rainstorm, the highway was closed, and we switched to the national highway. As a result, the mountain collapsed in several places. It was already evening when we finally arrived. When she went to the hotel he had found for her, the landlady was cleaning up the room and casually asked her if she was the one who stayed here last time. At that moment, she was petrified and had no way to answer. She could only nod politely to the landlady. But nothing was said to him. She gradually learned to be numb and accept it. She never cried to him. Now that she had made her choice, she was ready to face it.