I like a boy. But he doesn't like me.
When I was 13 years old, I watched him and the girl he loved being separated, and felt secretly happy in my heart.
When I was 15 years old, I begged for him and entered the cage called "Royal".
At the age of 18, the year I was so cold, the girl he liked came back.
Note:
The author's copywriting is useless
The author has no great culture and is challenging the ancient style for the first time, so there will be word mistakes in many places. There is no reference to any era and I write whatever comes to mind.
Friends who have opinions on the article can make suggestions, but please use gentle words. The author has a soft heart and it is not easy to update the article. Please forgive me.
It is the first time that the author publishes an article. If everyone likes it, he will be very happy.
Purpose: The importance of observing events from multiple perspectives