Seemingly Injured but Not Sad

Five years ago, she told him, I like you. He ran away. Five years later, he met her again, and she said, I came here for you in this life. He was silent. She seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She was already in tears. Was she embarrassed? I just like you, that's all. If you don't like me, I won't pester you. You can be your leader and walk away like you did five years ago. Still escaped. Her heart was broken too. Three years later, he found her. He had too many words to say, but when he saw her thin body, his heart felt like needles pricking his heart. Sorry, you got the wrong person. The way she looked at him was strange and cold. Mom, you are back. A little doll ran out of the house and stood beside her. Are you married? He looked at her in disbelief, his voice trembling. Young Master, you have recognized the wrong person. She picked up the baby and turned away, tears already streaming down her face. I didn't dare to look back, for fear that I wouldn't be able to help but recognize him. Looking at her figure walking away, I no longer had the courage to stay with her. When can we stop missing it? When can we stop going around in circles?