In the second semester of my sophomore year, I received a call from a sister from my former high school. As the intimacy and excitement wore off, I asked her about her love life. Still so sad, still so helpless. Her voice was so hurt, as if nothing in the world gave her hope. I watched her come all the way from the first year of high school. During the three years of high school, her world existed only for that one person. Indeed, he is handsome, has a good family background, and is excellent. Focus on cultivating seeds. Especially after they were roommates for a semester, she fell into his perfect world without hesitation.