In my third year of junior high school, I met the person I loved very much in my lifetime. His appearance was as dazzling as a TV series.
In my junior year of college, in order to avoid the ridiculous things my family did, I moved into my brother's house, but I was hurt by the little girl. It seemed that being with her could give me some happiness that others couldn't. At least she was pure.
"Who are you?"
"Your brother's rival, that is, his love rival."
