There may not be love, but she may not not love him either, but at that time she really believed that she loved him. So sad, so guilty.
He said thank you to him, and slowly polished the person he cherished the most to the right place in his heart. The tired heart has always longed for the tenderness that erodes the bones.
I can't see through it, I can't guess it, I just know that I haven't let anyone down.