When I was young, I thought romance was a rivalry game. What I envy the most is the 999 roses placed downstairs in the dormitory, surrounded by candles and a heart. The boy knelt on one knee in the middle and shouted “I love you” to a girl upstairs. What I hate the most is walking on the pedestrian street with my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. Someone is selling roses, until the person looks at each other and asks: “Want one?” He also looks at each other and asks: “Want one?” Not to mention, you finally got married and went on a honeymoon trip. In the West Lake, you wanted…