Seven years ago, she was the white moonlight in his heart, and he was the flower of the high mountains that she looked up to.
A misunderstanding cut off the most passionate love.
She learned to be independent in the wind and rain and grew up with wounds;
He walked forward in loneliness, sealing up his pride and tenderness.
...
Seven years later, fate pushed them back to the same path.
Underneath the indifference and disguise are suppressed longings and unconcealable regrets.
When the truth reappeared, he realized that what he had lost was not a person, but the entire world.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to put down all his dignity and pride, just to stand up again in her heart.
It's nice to read and very well written.