When she fell in love with him, there was already someone by his side; when she was about to give up, it was just because of his lonely back that she stayed the same. Even though she knew it was a moth attracted to a flame, she still couldn't let go... When another woman stood beside him with pride, she was tired...
If she could control that little bit of liking...
If she can prevent her liking from turning into love...
If only, she could be cruel to him.
Even a little bit...
She won't lose everything...
Unfortunately, there is no if.