How many loves can be pure? He stood dumbly behind the computer, not knowing how to untangle that piece of the past.
He seemed to have thought about it countless times: how he and she met, how they became acquainted, and how they "fell in love." All he could remember was that back then, he had made a bet with himself: if she turned around and looked at him again, he would decide to fully engage with love once more. She really did turn around, and her gaze was filled with deep emotion —— this was his genuine feeling at the time. Thus, this pure dream in his heart seemed to be awakened again.
He found an opportunity to ask her for her phone number and started intentionally calling her from time to time. He began focusing on and studying materials related to her work so that he could easily find unique topics to discuss with her during their conversations. Soon, they grew closer. She also started occasionally calling him without any particular reason, just to say hello. He was somewhat intoxicated and believed firmly: this pure emotion was indeed coming towards him.
Naturally, he invited her to dinner. Of course, they were still somewhat reserved at the dinner table. But this further confirmed his imagination: she was a pure person. In her presence, he felt the purity he sought. After that dinner, he felt like a young man who had just fallen in love. He was proud of his transformation and grateful for her appearance. He wrote one letter after another, which he considered both exquisite and pure, and completely immersed himself in them.
However, she seemed to show little interest in these letters. She would occasionally talk to him about her work and subtly express her hope for his assistance. In theory, if he put in some effort, he could handle those tasks. But he was more concerned about preserving this pure feeling and pure emotion. He didn't want them to become tainted by worldly matters. However, he increasingly felt that what mattered most to her was whether he could help her with things. He felt as if he had come to a realization.
During one phone call, she said very directly: "There's something you need to help me with. To be honest, the reason I got to know you was to ask for your help with something. If you can't handle even this small matter, then what's the point of knowing you..." His mind went blank as he listened, not knowing how to respond. He didn't even realize when exactly she ended the call. All he remembered was her harsh voice saying "What do you expect?" before the line went silent.
He hung up the phone in despair, a strong sense of emptiness washing over him. He almost lost his balance. Suddenly, he felt distant from everything, as if the ground was within easy reach, but when he reached out, he fell into nothingness. He unwillingly tried again, only to fail repeatedly. A chill ran through him as his body began to fall. He shouted forcefully: "How many loves can be pure?!" But the clouds were too thick, and no one heard his cry.