After seven years of separation, we meet again on a narrow road.
Former lovers, now rivals in the shopping mall, pheromones repel each other, tit for tat.
At that time, my pride shattered my sincerity, I didn't bow my head, I didn't hold back, and they fell apart in one fell swoop.
Now that we are reunited, he plunders forcefully, and he resists coldly.
Instincts repel each other, but hearts attract each other.
That kiss was sour and astringent, hiding seven years of unwillingness and deep affection.
Double A reunited after breaking up, I bow to you, not because of surrender, but because of preference.
Intention: Even if we are in evenly matched love, we need to let go of our pride and learn to be honest and cherish it.