Love Turns into Wounds, Tears Turn into Frost

Sunny day, strong windy day. I stood at that familiar corner, with the familiar smell around me, but the unfamiliar him. "If you had discovered your nightmare earlier, and I had met Xian earlier, or found Ye Bai earlier, would it have been possible for me to appear in front of you earlier than her? Could it have been so that you would have fallen in love with me earlier?" I asked him, after thinking about this question for a long time, it would be better for everyone to be honest. "How come there are so many what-ifs in life? I know it's my fault and I'm sorry for you, but she's already gone, right? What else do you want that I can't give you?" His voice was heavy with sadness, and he seemed to be different from the one I first met. I turned around and looked at his dark eyes, and put my hand on his chest, "Give your heart back to me. As long as you say you don't love me anymore, I will never look for you again. I'm not someone who can't let go. If you give your love back to me, I can pretend that nothing happened. We have always been just... Strangers." But I saw the light in his eyes disappear little by little. "How could it be, Cheng Cheng? I don't love her, I don't love her anymore! This is not letting go! Your heart is with me, I only love you, and I won't allow you to leave." He reached out and grabbed my hand that was pressed against his chest, his voice was full of weakness. "I have no strength. Can you please let me go? I've known you for so long, and I've been on the verge of collapse every day. Do you know how many times I almost fainted? I really don't have the strength to focus on you anymore. There are so many people, so I can only love and protect you." I tried feebly to take my hand back, but I couldn't take it off. "I don't want you to be tired, I will work hard, don't give up on me." I raised my head slightly to meet his eyes, but saw unexpected tears. Did he cry when he was emotional? When the falling flower is immersed in the raindrops, it doesn't know that it is leaving its own home with the raindrops. When it gets tired, it will find that it can't go back, even if it wants to, even if it hurts. The accompanying wind is mourning for the falling flowers, gently surrounding them, helplessly blaming the raindrops for their ruthlessness, and accompanying the lonely falling flowers, but they sadly gave up, those that should not have given up. That person just gradually lost his proud self in the confusion of feeling. Then I realized I could never get the results I wanted. If you get it, will it be the beauty you dreamed of? You have to find happiness by yourself, they will not care about your life for no reason. Never give up! ! Feel free to collect! ! ! This pit has started to stop updating! ! Wait until the author regains his confidence before starting again! ! This is not an abandonment! ! The author's confidence is shattered! ! ! This is not an abandonment! ! ! Wait for me to come back. . . .