She and his childhood sweetheart didn't have too many arguments and noises, they could only rely on each other quietly.
Children who have also lost their mothers, children who have also lost their care, they quietly support each other and grow up in their small world.
At the age of seven, he met her with all the pain. She was small and beautiful like a fairy tale.
At the age of seventeen, he held her hand and embraced the coldness of a foreign country together.
At the age of twenty-seven, he smiled as he watched her leave his side again and again, and stayed there quietly waiting for her return.