"She always looked at him
She watched his sleeping face for two or three years
She also watched the time after he broke up
She has been standing not far from him
Quietly, as if it has something to do with oneself, as if it has nothing to do with oneself
She doesn't understand why she can know his pain
She didn't understand why she felt so sorry for him.
No one will know these surges in her heart
No one knows the restless heartbeat when she calls his name
No one knew the passion in her eyes when she looked up at him
Sometimes, the obsession is so deep that it becomes a demon, trapping oneself and isolating oneself from the world."
This is a secret love story, sadistic in the early stage, but sweet in the later stage.