About This Matter

I don't think anyone would want to mention this again. But I think it's time to let the dusty memories breathe. After all, I am the one who wants to keep you in my book. Love, this kind of thing, is inherently illusory, but you may not imagine that it is this kind of thing that troubles the whole world. Where are you? Why can't I find you? You scared me to death! Finally back! Just these words, just this contact again and again, we are deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate ourselves. What is within reach may never satisfy us. I should understand this deeply. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a good person. After reading Zangtou's words, we should get to the point. Let's hear about my fall and redemption.