She never imagined that she would be in such a situation now. The only thing she knew clearly was that what she still refused to forgive was not the ruthlessness and plundering that she had suffered over the years, but the mottled heart in her chest. The agreements and promises made in youth have become untouchable taboos, and the people who once went crazy together have only left their backs. The quicksand of time has blurred the traces in the end, leaving no chance for nostalgia.
In this situation, in this youth where I live like a hedgehog and can no longer enjoy hugs, everything is clearly in the past.