We Are Sugar, Sweet to the Point of Sadness

Under the plain white fluorescent lamp, I told their story, with you, with her, without me. Quan Jiawei, it is no longer important whether I have existed in your world, whether I have left my mark in your mind, or whether I have appeared in your memories. I will bet on your happiness for the rest of my life at the cost of withdrawing from your life. Quan Jiawei, Mu Xueer don't care about anything, they just care about whether the boy I once staked my entire youth on has ever cared about me.