The young man's thoughts are like wild beasts, blowing in the spring breeze, and the girl's feelings are like the warm sun, warming the world.
How can a life without experiencing the uproar of people be called perfect, and how can a love that has not gone through difficult times be firm?
—I really wish you were still there when I woke up
—I really hope you're awake when I come back
—i love you
If there is no hope, then you can be my hope to warm me, okay?
If I am soaked in bitterness, then you can be my sugar and keep me going, okay?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
