When she was eighteen years old, it seemed to be the season when flowers were blooming. She met him at that time, and maybe just for a moment, he took up residence in her heart, so flamboyant and unscrupulous. Many years later, she once thought that maybe that kind of entanglement had nothing to do with romance or fleeting years, but that she met such a person in such a time, and no one could resist.
I have been entangled and entangled, and it has gone by like a fleeting year, but now it has to be cut out from my heart. No matter how painful it is, it is nothing more than this. However, even with such pain, such pain, that person will never look back. What kind of pain, what kind of pain, can only be held in the heart until it festers, until...