In fact, I am not old now, I am just not that young anymore.
The main reason is that, haha, I don't yearn for love and love anymore.
Of course, I also dreamed of it.
That's the one,
Let me start to wake up, start to come to my senses, and start to be a new person.
It wasn't until I saw him again that I finally realized that what was supposed to come would still come, just slowly.
PS. Please forgive me for writing like boiled water.
(The title of the novel could also be called "One More Shot"?)