He only knows Meng Xi'er, always silently following behind him, annoying him, irritating him. He will never know how much loneliness and pain she had quietly endured for this love.
It is always easier for the one being loved. What the person who loves gives is never in proportion to what the one being loved sees.
Meng Xi'er was silent for a long time before she whispered a "thank you".
Thank you for saying these words, so I can finally give up completely.
It seemed like a farewell to the past, Meng Xi'er who only ever wanted a "Nice to You", can finally rest peacefully.
"What I want is not these words from you." The man whispered behind her.
Meng Xi'er moved her lips, but didn't speak.
No matter what he wanted, she couldn't give him anything now.
What she could give, what she couldn't, she had given it all. All she had now were the empty desolate remains.
