That year, I encountered the most bizarre event in my life.
I often recall it, and occasionally wake up from my dreams. I long to be freed from that incident, but I don't want to forget it completely.
That year, I held an umbrella in my hand and walked in the rain, with vine flowers falling. In a blink of an eye, the boy appeared in front of me again. In an instant, hatred and love were intertwined and welled up in my heart.
That year, I risked my life to seek the truth.
That year, under the twilight, on the road of escape and pursuit, I focused my eyes on him again.
We are entangled with each other and follow each other.
Even if their destiny trajectories are different, they will eventually run under the same galaxy.
First person perspective
Coward 0 × Little Mute 1
Intention: growth
