One winter, I confessed my love, the words I had never dared to say, but it brought me "disgusting".
I have given up all my sincerity like a broom. Isn't the love of 13 years just my wishful thinking? Really, what else do I expect? I am a dirty person.
A sudden confession from a friend of 13 years scared me, and the cold words he said in a hurry were "disgusting", but made me never see him again. What's the reason for this kind of regret?
Three years later, at the entrance of Sapphire Bar
"Hey~ Let's go slowly." The charming man, with exquisite makeup and luxurious clothes... That's a friend I haven't seen in 3 years! !