I have known her for many years. She is elegant, smart, and perfect. Many people admire her and dream of catching her by the hem of her clothes.
And I was lucky enough to hold her waist, lean on her shoulder, and fall asleep beside her.
But at that time, I was holding on to my little secret and thought everything would fall into place.
It wasn't until that day that I suddenly realized that everything was an illusion.
When the illusion is broken, where should this relationship, which is better than family love, go?