Maybe, longing. It's nostalgia and hope. No matter how bad it is, we all humbly loved you at that time. I hate that I was like a homeless child at that time. Fortunately, I had time. Time is always like this in our eyes, as if it fills the vacancy when we lose it, and the tears left behind also erase its traces.
We always think a lot, and everyone around us has experienced it. In the middle of the night, I was turning back and forth on the bed, not for anything, but just thinking about her and me in my mind. Thoughts are like a bee trapped in a glass bottle until the end.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
