Seeing that I was silent, Sister Hong asked softly, "How are you?"

I pretended to be an ordinary reply: "I'm fine." In fact, I still love her, I am not good at all, I pretend to be strong, is afraid that she found my weakness. I pretend to be happy, just afraid that she will find my sadness.

In Ximurong's words, her world has no me, my world only has her, the world is like this, never fair, this is a fight without time limit, who cares more, who loses more miserably.

Unfortunately, I care too much and I've lost terribly.

I pretended to be strong, not caring, and turned...