The first time we met, I took a beating for him.
The second time we met, I fought for him.
The third time we met, he finally recognized me, and I, because he had been a waiter for a day.
When we met for the fourth time, he said that he remembered me. He said that I was hit with bricks and scolded for carrying the plate.
Then, our relationship got better inexplicably.
We skipped classes together, fought together, and laughed at each other in the sunshine.
We agreed to go to the same university and join the same company, and we even thought that we would just make do with each other for the rest of our lives.
But many years later, he had already married a wife and had children.
And I am guarding one person forever.
The article starts with a flashback, which may be a little difficult to understand, but you will understand it if you read later = =
Maybe the article is not very similar to the introduction, because the article is derived from my short novel, but the article can no longer go on like this. Feel sorry.
The process should be heartwarming, but the ending is unknown.