Three years ago:
He: "Come here, tell me you like me, and I'll give you a drink."
With drunken eyes, she looked into his deep eyes and said inarticulately, "I like you."
"If you want to drink, you can get it yourself." He smiled and poured the wine into his mouth.
She watched the wine enter someone else's mouth and said, "Give it to me as promised!" She pulled him down by the neck, raised her head and kissed him.
Three years:
He numbed himself with busy work and disguised himself with a colder appearance.
She used escape to face unsolvable problems and forced a smile to hide herself.
That's because they don't dare to touch the scars in their hearts, for fear that if they touch it, they will be shattered to pieces.
Three years later:
When they reunited, he was cautious, but she was walking on thin ice.
Until the misunderstanding is resolved.
She: "Now I only have you, and I don't want to lose you again."
Him: "You have never lost me, not before and never again."