When he was seven years old, his mother fell from a building in front of him. From then on, he told himself not to cry or to love.
When she was eighteen years old, her father brought a girl home and told her that she was her sister. From then on, she could no longer face the father she once admired. She was afraid of love.
A car accident three years ago tied the two of them tightly together. They both learned to love and be loved.
Three years later, they met again but they were already bruised and bruised.
Because of love, I hate.
Because of love, love will not be easy to be sad.