When Evelin, who is naturally cold and cold, meets the passionate Aurora, she always feels like someone is taking advantage of her.
"You're drooling."
"Thinking of delicious food, hehehehe..."
"You have a nosebleed!"
"The weather has been dry recently, hahaha..."
"Why are your eyes so red? Don't come over here. What are you going to do!?"
"I couldn't help it. It's all because you are so beautiful, Evelin..."
"Touch" "Are you awake?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuah, I know I was wrong." Aurora covered her head and squatted on the ground to draw circles. Why were the two of them so different in strength? Could it be that I really could only be a petty sufferer? I'm not willing to give in!
Alexia went through all kinds of hardships and finally regained her true love from the hands of death.
Twelve years, twelve years, from the age of nineteen to thirty-one, her best years were spent fighting against fate.
"Who are you?" Looking at Delia's cute eyes, Alexia almost collapsed. She took back her lover's soul, but not the memory of their love.
It doesn't matter, just let me love you again, there is no past memory, the worst we can do is start from scratch.
"I am your lover." Alexia hugged Delia tenderly.
Fate has surrendered to her. What does the mere memory of the past mean?