I met A-Ying, and many people don't know it. I don't think Anne knows that she is always good to me, she cares about me everywhere, even spoils me, and if she continues like this, she will spoil me. She herself has also changed a lot, she is much gentler, and she speaks softly, which has changed from her previous loud and atmospheric voice.

Because of A-Ying, my guilt for Anne is growing day by day.

I'm not playing warm, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it. In fact, we have not begun, how can we end. If I tell her I'm sorry, it proves that I have accepted her in my heart. But did I really not accept her in my heart?

Actually, I want to say "I'm sorry" to her, to all the care, love and care she has been having, and to say "I'm sorry" from the bottom of my heart. I know that it takes courage, both to the speaker and to the listener, and it takes courage to accept this reality. Because I'm madly in love with that little girl. It can't be delayed any longer.

It was a Mid-Autumn Festival night, and it was still a dance party on campus.

It's been a long time since I've been to the ball, and the dance is still full of climaxes without me, and it's true that everyone turns the same way when the earth is missing!

Anne and I sat facing each other, silent and apprehensive, as if I had a ghost in my heart, and I was silent. In addition, I don't have much verbal communication with Anne at this time, so I don't know what to say at this time, so I just sit there with my head bored.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Anne asked with concern.

"No... No," I dodged, smiling forcefully.

"My family herds sheep babies, when I come here, my two eyes will shine and turn around. Today is good, like a defeated rooster, depressed, what is unhappy, let's hear it." Anne looked at me with a smile on her face, and her voice sounded like her sister was comforting her little brother who had been bullied.

"My sheep herding baby" sounds really warm in my heart. "Sister, what do you call me," I said coldly. "Shepherd the sheep"! The prefix is omitted, which really doesn't sound good.

"What did you just call me, I didn't hear clearly?" Anne seemed to be deliberately teasing me. "Sister," I replied calmly. "It sounds good, but it's not interesting," his eyes glazed over.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry", my voice was so small that I couldn't hear it. Anne listened very clearly. She closed her eyes, her smile stiffening on her face. After a while, Anne opened her eyes, her long eyelashes moistened, and her eyes radiated a strange light.

"A woman who loves you, her eyes will shine", my mother's words rang in my ears again.

"Tonight, will you dance with me?"

"Hmm".

We danced from beginning to end that night, every song didn't fall, because we didn't come down on it, Anne hugged me tightly, I could feel her heartbeat, she snuggled up to my shoulders, her short hair went down the neckline into my neck, silky and slippery, not prickly. I knew she was weeping, tears drenching my shoulders and dripping into my blood. This silent cry is enough to destroy a Great Wall!

I was a little shaken at that moment, and I didn't know if I had made the right choice. I know that this woman in front of me is sincere to me, and I know that tomorrow we will meet and talk like everyone else, and from then on, we will never cross paths again.

I know, she's in a heartache.

It's better for one person to be hurt and two people to be in pain than three people in pain. But why am I not alone? How nice that would be.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have met Anne and A-Ying. In life, not every encounter is beautiful, because every encounter is not necessarily a landscape.

I'm doubting life.

Love is beautiful, but it is enough for you to torture people! This sentence is a classic.

For a week, Anne didn't go to class. A-Ying didn't see me either. My world suddenly became empty and surprisingly quiet.