I went to a classmate's house to play and met his handsome and mature older brother.
First love and lost love come at the same time,
When they first met, he thought she was a clumsy girl.
The second time they met, the first time they were alone, I got a kind reminder from him,
The third time they met, he stole her first kiss, but could turn around and leave as if nothing had happened...
It's really strange how she walked into a world so rashly? The world of gorgeous appearances is full of aura that makes people feel inferior.