It was already late autumn, and the withered yellow leaves were falling one by one, just like her feelings for that person, withered, withered, and finally humbled into the soil, unable to take root or sprout.
If she knew at the age of sixteen that falling in love with someone would be so tragic and would ruin her life, would she still love her and risk everything for that person? She doesn't know because there is no if. Seeing her parents working hard for her and the gray hair on her temples, seeing him treating her resolutely and trying to teach her a lesson no matter what the means, even the naive person should have woken up. After all, she was not so slow that she couldn't give up like this.