She thought she didn't love him, but why did her heart ache when he turned around and left, leaving only his back?
He thought this was another game of love, but why when he heard her firm voice "I don't love you" and left casually, his heart was lost in that game that should have nothing to do with love?
She is quiet and he is flamboyant, she is well-behaved and he is uninhibited. Her love is like an orchid blooming quietly, and his love is like a rose, passionate and scorching. How do people from two worlds write fairy tales of love?
(This is a novel tailor-made for the second child in our dormitory. Of course it is completely virtual. I hope you like it)
Forgot to score? Let's make up for this chapter.