Her left eye was a deep, solemn sea blue, while her right was a brilliant golden orange.
She wasn't born cold-hearted. She had simply grown accustomed, with the passage of time, to not fighting for anything or falling in love.
Without desire, there could be no disappointment.
Their opinions and judgments had never mattered to her.
And yet, deep in her heart lay a [forbidden zone] that no one could touch.
It was an absolutely untouchable [forbidden zone].
All her pride, all her self-respect, and the only [thing] she wanted to protect.
No one was allowed to step inside!
One ordinary afternoon, he burst into her life, carrying a faint scent of wood…
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Very nice. Such a stage may be a path that everyone must go through, but as time goes by, oneself will gradually mature.