A car accident took away all her yearning for love.
She was far away from that city and all the memories of her past. It's just that the hand-holding, the beautiful love, and all the traces of the beautiful years are the pain that she can never erase. Maybe the boy in white will always be the scar in her heart in this life.
Even meeting another him would be in vain.
Just the constant entanglement, the touching again and again, the warmth of being loved, is it a different destiny?
When she met the boy in white again, she realized that God had played such a big joke on her.
Is it the end of her fate to reunite with the young him again? Or brushing shoulders again. . .
His gentleness broke her ice. Burning her with love.
What seemed like an unforgettable love turned out to be a victim of machinations. His love for her was no match for reality.
She and she are somewhat similar, and they can understand each other without much language.
It's just that the friendship between two people seems like crystal. It looks beautiful, but is actually fragile.