We were not supposed to meet. The moment we met, you looked at me in your eyes, and what kind of words were hidden in your retracted hands. You are as charming and naive as a child, bright and clear, while I am as despicable as a villain, treacherous and treacherous. I succumbed to the world and gave up on you, but even though I was despicable, I really loved you.
Intention: love