The same person cannot hurt you in the same way twice. When he hurts you over and over, the wound has grown accustomed to it, and the feeling has gone numb. No matter how many times he hurts you again, it will never compare to the pain of the first time.
Clever as she is, she won't let herself grieve over the same pain. Besides, the one who falls in love first is destined to lose, and she has already lost for thirteen years. Fate smiled upon her, and she met him again. She let go of her pride and lost herself, only to end up covered in wounds.
Is love itself a kind of hurt? Or should she be too stubborn to let go? What kind of fate will be rewritten, and who will hurt whom?
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