At this moment, this second, I especially hate the woman squatting outside the door and crying.
This is the fifth time this month that Yiyi has come to me crying since I broke up with her.
I opened the door, and her red eyes, miserable and sad look came into my eyes.
Why bother?
I asked her coldly and expressionlessly, "What else do you want?"
She stood up, wiped her tears in embarrassment, and pretended to be strong, "Can we go back to the past?"
"Of course not possible." I said. She is talking nonsense.
Intention: See love clearly
