When I first met her, she was a cute oriental girl in an Italian bar
In the blink of an eye, she rolled up her sleeves and acted like a gangster, lecturing the wealthy Chinese businessman who molested the Italian girl.
When I met her again, she was a third-rate painter painting for his dessert shop.
Noble and cool, it seduces people's hearts, but in just a few seconds, it reveals its true form like a cat.
Seven years ago, he was afraid that she would commit suicide and comforted her out of humanity, but her unintentional words comforted him for the rest of his life.
Seven years later, she couldn't recognize him, and he was the only one who still remembered her vividly.