At the birthday party when she was 18 years old, she left the castle that had protected her for 18 years...
Bare feet, wearing a red skirt, walking on the deserted path in the white snow, her consciousness began to blur.
When he was 20 years old, he left the land occupied by his forces...
Wearing leather shoes and a suit, walking on the white snow, walking on the deserted road, watching the girl in front of me slowly fall.
She is like a rose falling in the snow, and he is like a flower standing in the snow.
At this moment, Cupid tied a red thread for them that could not be pulled.
That was their first meeting.
When I was 23 years old, when I was 25 years old, there was the same amount of snow on the same road.
Although she was embarrassed, she stood on the snow neither humble nor arrogant, but he was still standing on the snow, but there were a few more complicated emotions in his eyes. Who could understand this?
That was their second meeting.
But the third time we met was in bed
"Women, let's do something!"
"What are you doing?"