That person is the one I'm fixated on. The girl he loves is gentle and kind, like an angel fallen into the mortal world.
I no longer hope he'll like me. I only hope he's well.
I've never loved him, and I don't dare to love him.
Just like the line on the first page of the notebook where I write down a girl's private thoughts: I like you. Like and love have always been two different things.
Since I don't dare to love him, I'll just like him.
Important: The male lead is A Gang. Bad ending. Ignore the timeline and such. Mostly written in second person.
This baby doesn't feel like writing lately and can't stop playing games.
