After standing at the entrance for a long time, I saw something dripping onto the tea box.

Finally, Guan Mo said, "Huancuan, can you accompany me?"

We walked aimlessly at the intersection of the neighborhood.

Finally, we sat down on an empty bench.

Guan Mo looked up at the sky, while I stared absentmindedly at the fallen leaves on the ground.

If what existed between us was not love, but family affection, it would be better.

Then I wouldn't have to feel jealous because of another woman, nor worry if he still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend.

If he were my brother, I could even help him plan and pursue his sister-in-law.

We would be a very happy family.

But there aren't so many "ifs" in life.

In my lifetime, I haven't experienced natural disasters, wars, or serious illnesses. I'm already very fortunate, right?

If I were to desire a steadfast and unwavering affection, would that be asking for too much?

Guan Mo rested one hand on his eyes, unable to conceal his exhaustion. "Huancuan, I've reached a dead end. I actually know your personality, but I can't give up. I want to make an effort."

He sighed, "We really have no chance, do we?"

It sounded like a question, yet also like a statement.

I lowered my head and looked at the leaves on the tip of my shoe.

"Guan Mo, I truly loved you once."