"Do you also think I'm a bad person?"
"..."
"Don't say anything... I know."
Sometimes, silence is the answer, and not responding is also a response.
Things have changed and people have changed, and even now she can no longer say the negative words she used to say.
Everyone says he is a bad person, but in this society, who is the bad one?
He was trapped by fate and dragged step by step into the quagmire.
And she is not.
If possible, I would like to go back to that time, when they were all expecting to be sober and themselves in a chaotic world.
Unfortunately, he couldn't escape the dye vat, and she couldn't escape the restraints.
Beautiful flowers ended up with gray fruits. Is it a soil problem or a seed problem?
Maybe...
From birth, everyone is a bad boy.
Concept: Love in youth is the brightest, everyone is warm and brave
