When we were young, we must have simply liked someone. There are no complex and vulgar reasons, only a simple original intention, I want to always be good to him, I want to be with him always, even if I accompany him silently. Hot-blooded youth, rampant, we hugged and cried. As we grow up, the promise we made when we were young that "we will live a happy life together" gradually loses its direction. Betrayal, suspicion, and jealousy come upon us. What on earth made us become like this? Can we really not go back...
Maybe people think the first chapter is a bit childish. . . Ummm, then please be patient and continue reading. I will work hard to make progress (? ??°?? ?)?