The love of youth is like the wind, invisible but felt; like the name engraved on the table, afraid that you will see it but afraid that you will not be able to see it. She had been secretly in love with him for six years and wanted to express her feelings to him, but she saw him with someone else. It was too cheap to like this kind of thing. After being reborn, she thought she would be able to find the one she loved, but unexpectedly he became farther and farther away from her...
