Know people by smell.
She is the fragrance and will not be covered up. Even if everything goes wrong.
My childhood sweetheart is a Lolita lover, and the little Loli back then grew up to be a royal sister, two extremely beautiful beauties, with you for the first seven years and with her for the next seven years. My dear male protagonist, apart from the beauty and the seven-year itch, what is it that makes us lose each other? Is it the hopeless fickleness of love, or is it my distrust?