Happiness Is Like Real

She gave him the warmth that melted ice and snow, and he loved her unforgettable. He is unruly and unruly, but behind his free and easy attitude is a sensitive and inferior heart. "Love" is just one word, but he never confesses it. By the time he wants to confess it, it's already too late. Love can not bow to reality, happiness can be pursued bravely, but what about facing fate? At that moment within reach, happiness seems real... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.