In the summer when I was sixteen years old, I started my high school life. I am busy absorbing new things. Logically speaking, I will not be lonely.
However, at that time when I was not lonely and my love life was blank, I developed inexplicable feelings for a person.
Shasha said in the tone of someone who has experienced it, wow, you finally figured it out. Congratulations, you are in love.
The words of such a battle-hardened veteran eliminated my last desperate struggle and destroyed my last glimmer of hope.
If, if she had told me that it was just a confusion when I was young, I think I would not be so miserable.
Always, always.
I always knew that if I kept looking at his figure, I would get hurt.
But I can't control my eyes, even though I'm covered in bruises...
Is this what you like...?