She once had a crush on a boy, and that boy also had a crush on her.
It was just the hazy love that prevented them from announcing to each other.
Then secret love is wonderful, but love does not belong to them.
His ruthlessness, his indifference, his so-called brotherhood.
Her purity, her tenderness, her so-called steady flow.
Everything is destined to be a bubble.
If, this is love, if, we can say to each other, I love you.
What if none of this had happened.
So, everything is fine?