Locust

Cheng Yu and I rarely quarrel. Even if there is any unpleasantness, I will digest it slowly and spend every day refreshing my memory. Sometimes I feel like I am also sick, how could I be so helpless to someone? Another way of saying not quarreling is that there is no emotional collision, which is equivalent to a different kind of non-communication. The distance between two hearts is getting farther and farther, which is the most important thing that we have messed up in these years. —— "You've been pretending to like me for so many years, and today you can't pretend anymore?" I don't know what he discovered, or who he heard say something... But I believe there must be a reason why he suddenly said this. It was not a schizophrenia tearing at his feelings, but a genuine sober question. He seems to have discovered my secret. My mask is useless at this moment and cannot hide any emotions. "That's right." I told him in a calm tone: "Actually, I don't like you that much after we started dating. I just think that you are a nice person, suitable for continued development, and you have a stable job, so finding a mentally ill man is not so intolerable." This should be the most vicious thing in the world to say to Cheng Yu. —— The indifferent and contradictory returnee woman × the mentally ill and dank doctor man