I hate gentle girls. Just a word or a greeting can make someone care, and a few exchanged emails can make the heart race. If one day she calls, just seeing the call log would make me smile unconsciously. But I know this is only because she is gentle; those who are good to me are also good to others. I almost forgot this point, I almost forgot this point. If the truth is cruel, then the lie must be gentle, so gentleness is a lie.