She is not "pretty", not gentle, not feminine. There seems to be nothing a girl should have. But she has good physical strength, good brainpower, can fight, and is strong enough to protect "him". She once defeated ten bears and twenty wild wolves with her bare hands, which made people admire her. In her life, there were many people who longed to have her.
He is enchanting, cold, and eternally indifferent. Like a rose blooming on an iceberg, beautiful yet dangerous, shutting out everyone. She was the only one who quietly approached him.
He is gentle and considerate, but inexplicably bears certain responsibilities. He is used to smiling at others, but he often bears the pain alone and never expresses it. No one has ever noticed his sorrow, only her.
He is unruly and unruly, as if no one can restrain him. But she was his Achilles heel. He had no reason but was inexplicably worried about her. The originally love-minded young man restrained himself because of her, but he could not escape his fate after all.
He broke into her world for no reason and used various methods to attract her attention, but he was ignored gorgeously. Even though he knew they couldn't be together, he still held up an umbrella for her silently and became her warmest haven. Even if we can only be friends, we still want to protect her. Love is not possession.
His life was inexplicably disrupted by her appearance. He never imagined that he would become roommates with her. Slowly, love took over his heart. He knew that he could not have her past, but he still longed to connect with her.
Past, and be able to access her present and future. In the end, he let go and let her chase her own happiness. Letting go is also a kind of love...
He, a butterfly-faced boy, painted exquisite makeup on her, but always faced her with another face. When they took off their disguises, they discovered that the person they had been looking for was right next to them...
Over the past few years, both of us have been scarred, but we finally found where we belong. It may hurt, but the wound is sweet...