Meeting is fate, knowing each other is heaven, knowing each other is pain, but falling in love is calamity.
Young love is somewhat real and fake, entangled in whether you can't let it go or whether you are unwilling to let it go. You are obviously just a bystander, but you are involved in it. In the end, you are still sad and heartbroken, but you still can't enter the heart of that person.
One is the proud son of heaven, and the other is the darling daughter of heaven. Is it a trick of fate or a cut that cannot be overcome? They have obviously put down their body and dignity, but they still cannot soften that person's cold and hard heart. The word love has become a lifelong demon and nightmare.
This article can also be said to be a continuation of the previous article. I like Atobe's arrogance, his self-confidence, and his affectionate and single-mindedness, so I hope to give him a better choice and better company. This time I won't abuse him, I will abuse the heroine.