She thought that the person she met for the first time was her prince. Even if he already had someone he liked, he would still protect her silently. He never thought about possessing her, but she was content just watching him quietly. Even when he was at his most frustrated, she never left. The other one was the president of a well-known company. A chance encounter made him fall in love with her at first sight. His eyes were always so melancholy. It was only a long, long time later that he realized that this melancholy was a secret that could not be told to her. The knight who had been guarding him had never belonged to him. Friends around me are experiencing emotional torment. Is the throbbing of youth destined to be memorialized with tears?