He was the neighbor I disliked the most—always playing loud music, always parking in the wrong spot. But when I got sick, he was the one who brought me medicine and cooked porridge for me. Surprised, I asked, “Why are you being so nice?” He smiled and said, “Because I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t know how to show it.” From that moment, I started seeing him differently, and before I knew it, my heart had already fallen for him.