Those who don't cross the line like to be innocent. This book reminds me of my past self.
He is eight years older than me. Love across ages seems to be a feeling that everyone avoids talking about. When two injured souls collide, when the sun shines through the cracks, and when companionship serves as a confession, nothing matters. I'm lucky to have someone who understands me, but I'm lucky to have no one who understands me. We became friends or confidants because of the teacher-student relationship.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
