Song Yuanlin wasn't like this before.

　　Childhood sweethearts for ten years.

　　He would earnestly say to other girls who complained that he only explained questions to me, 'I'm not just anyone.' And when my period stained my pants, causing others to mock me, he would punch that mouthy boy in the face.

　　But now, I can't remember what that always-protective Song Yuanlin looked like.

　　He only had an unending hatred towards me.

　　'Lu Yang, why didn't you die with your mother?' That was the most frequent thing he said to me later on.

　　During our third year of high school, the power suddenly went out in school.

　　Song Yuanlin and I returned home early, only to come across my mom and his dad in a scene that was unbearable to see.

　　A widow seducing a married man became the talk of the neighborhood in no time.

　　Song Yuanlin's parents had a big fight.

　　But on their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce, a large truck suddenly overturned.

　　They didn't even make it to the arrival of the ambulance and left this world.

　　On the day of the funeral, I waited at the doorstep of Song Yuanlin's house with red eyes overnight.

　　When he came walking towards me from the faint morning light, the first thing he said to me was, 'Yang Yang, I no longer have parents.

　　Are you happy?' He hugged me, his slender fingers leaving red marks on my arms.

　　Tears occasionally fell on my shoulders.

　　I endured the pain and stammered an apology over and over again.

　　But in the end, Song Yuanlin just shook his head and left with tearful eyes, saying, 'I hate you.' He disappeared completely from my life, and my mom suffered a stroke and became paralyzed because she couldn't handle the blow.

　　But what I didn't expect was that seven years later, when I was worried about medical expenses, Song Yuanlin would reappear and casually help me with the hospital fees.

　　'Lu Yang, she has to live and see for herself how you suffer.' Perhaps from that moment on, our ending was destined to be a tragedy.