Sunflowers have seen the sun, so they say the sun is warm.
But the wild grass in the corner hasn't, so it doesn't understand, nor does it dare to yearn.
"I'm sorry, Arnold," she looked up at him, then smiled gently, "I'm really sorry."
Besides that, she didn't know what else to say.
At that moment, Arnold felt like he was seeing the childlike Hannah again.
Apologizing, as if bewildered like a child.
His heart ached dully, and he reached out to embrace her, "It's me who should be sorry."
He should have been more careful.
Hannah closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace, "Arnold, is loving me a tiring thing?"
She really wanted to tell him to stop loving her.
She was a very selfish person, she was ill, mentally and emotionally, she couldn't even give him equal affection.
But Arnold said he wouldn't.
He said, "Meeting you, liking you, loving you, are the most correct and happiest things I've done in my life."
He loved her, so he never demanded anything from her.
