Every date, every kiss, every parting. It was all my wishful thinking. Looking at her indifferent eyes, I just pretended not to know. In fact, I felt really uncomfortable. Sometimes I couldn't help crying when I saw her distant figure in my sleep. I care about her and love her, but I don't know if she loves me...
When I was lonely and alone, I didn't dare to think about my future life or expect what would happen in the future. Because I don't want to give up this belated love. A few years ago, my view on love was: I gave her everything I had, and I needed everything from her, including her first sex life. But now I don't dare to think about this, but in my heart I can't let go, and I still hope to get something that has been buried in my heart for a long time - her pure body. Hi! In this crazy era, this view of love has disappeared. How should the mythical love story continue her magic...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
