When I was nineteen, my first love of seven years betrayed me, and I walked into the operating room alone. As I crouched by the roadside and cried, a boy stayed with me in the snow all night, too afraid to come over.
Later, he pursued me for a year and waited for me for three. He even crossed six hundred kilometers through a typhoon for my sake. But after we got together, I realized his sunny, cheerful personality was all an act. Whenever something went wrong, he would hide, and he was too afraid to tell his mother about our relationship. That’s all right. He pulled me out of the ice, so I’ll be his sun. A story of saving and healing each other.
