You don't have to be afraid of the dark, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can hold my hand. I have never left, and I have been waiting for you to look back. She still remembered that he was a rebellious boy in her youthful memories. She didn't know when she started to like him. It might have been from the first time he protected her, or from the time he rescued her from a demon, or from the first day she transferred to school when she saw him standing at the door. She didn't dare to say her love, and thought she hid her feelings well, but she couldn't hide her love. If she covered her mouth, she would run out of her eyes.
