A small love slowly grows from a small bud into a towering tree that takes root.
That year, she laughed at him for being too callous, which was why he was in such a miserable state now.
At this moment, she was angry with him and would rather be bruised than look back at her.
Why?
Why couldn't she touch his heart even though she was so close to him?
She said: I don't need you anymore.
He said: No, what will you do if you leave me?