Held tightly by Paul's hand, I returned along the way we came. Missing the opportunity to let go, for some reason, I couldn't break free and remained in this posture. Thinking of what Paul said, I felt that this kind of place was actually not good either.
Although I don't quite understand what it means to call me a little devil, but it's probably that my words and actions that I think are good will hurt, trouble or mislead the other party. Reflecting on myself, I think there are many such examples. For me, this is not a lie or a cover-up, but for the other party, it may seem willful or dishonest, or a perfunctory appearance. I have always been told that people don't know what I'm thinking. It must be because of such things. But in this way, I think it's really admirable to say that Blake and the others are smart.
"What are you thinking about again? So cute. Really."
"Shut up. I'm not cute."
