Before she met him, it was the summer after she had just returned from Paris three years later.
She thought she would never be able to like someone as much as the person who had hurt her.
He would never say anything like he likes you to her, but he would treat her well and pay for her without hesitation. She didn't know if that was love.
But she was afraid, afraid of being hurt.
Habit is a terrible thing. The person she thought he liked was not her. She was sad and ran away.
What will be their results after 5 years?