I used to hear people say that love lasts longer than hate, but now I feel that hate lasts longer and is more immortal than love.
Fu Sheng was like this in my memory, sitting on the top floor of an unfinished building, leaning against a pillar, his hair messy in the wind, his eyes red, looking at Fu Liang tiredly and saying, "I hate you."
At that time, Fu Liang was not as cowardly as he is now. He picked up Fu Sheng, hugged him tightly, and said to him in a tone that was almost pleading, "Don't hate me, brother."
Purpose: A young man's first love affair