Her secret love was so obvious yet so secret, so obvious that everyone around him knew about it, but so secret that only he never knew. If someone asked her where she had spent all her luck in this life? She thought she probably met him and accompanied him! However, now, she no longer has the luck to make him fall in love with her, and she no longer has the courage to stand by his side. When a woman of the right time, age, and conditions appears beside him, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, does her departure become meaningful? (I am incompetent as a copywriter, so let's watch a few clips.)
Fragment ①: It's just the distance between the inside and outside of the door.
"I just want to ask you, do you like her?" "I won't like her."
With these six striking words, her tears had already broken through the defense line as she stood outside the door. She looked at the two people whose vision was blurred by tears and spoke hoarsely. "Don't hurt your feelings because of me. It's not worth it." After saying this, she turned around decisively.
Excerpt 2: She stood behind him. "I'm afraid, let me lead you away?" He paused and said nothing.
But she knew what his silence meant. I had to follow him and walk slowly. Suddenly she tripped over something, and the pain that followed caused her grievance and unwillingness to surge into her heart. "Can you give me a hand?" "You can walk by yourself." She sat there and suddenly laughed as if she had figured something out, and stood up slowly regardless of the pain. "Yes, I can walk by myself." What's wrong with me? In the many years without you, I walked through it on my own.
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