She wanted to die, but her life was bought at the cost of their lives. No matter how she lived, she had to live;
She thought she would never see that person again in her lifetime, and would never be able to call that person's name again. But when the person who looked so similar to him appeared in front of her, she was confused. Was that person him?
She didn't know how to define love, and thought that the time she spent with that person was all her love. However, the appearance of this person confused her. Can she still love? Can she still want to love?