Eight years ago, she fought for him and went to jail, but he ignored her.
Eight years later, she found the warmth of her past. He was already married and had a son. She was not entangled with him, but he was entangled with her all the time. Can't escape, can't hide. She didn't love him before, but later she even hated him because she was the only one who knew about that unbearable past. He is her dream and she is her nightmare.
They are classmates and friends, but they are in love but not lovers. She had loved him all her life, and hated him all her life, and all her grudges and entanglements seemed to end with her death. However, after losing her, she realized that he loved himself too much in his life and was stingy and refused to give any warmth to the woman who had loved him all his life.
If life were as comfortable as the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?
Love comes from the heart, and hate also comes from the heart.