Things that I once discarded like shoes, I only realize after losing them.
There was once a boy who, after knowing that I had been wronged, hurried to my house in a car, carried my favorite mung bean cake, and comforted me gently.
But I lost him.
I am not a good girl, I am a guy who treats others warmly, acts coquettishly, and is cute, but I spread all my negative emotions on them.
This is my story and my memories.