The love of youth is priceless. I didn't take it seriously at the time and missed it so easily. But when I look back, I find that the love of youth cannot be erased no matter how the years change. It has already been engraved in the bone marrow. On the contrary, the more you want to erase it, the deeper it becomes.
They were high school classmates 10 years ago. She was cheerful and innocent; he was arrogant and shy; they broke up because of pride.
Ten years later, they met again, but he didn't know if she was still waiting for him.
Fortunately, it's still not too late...