When I was 7 years old, I was called a wild child. From then on, he lived a protected life.
When I was 14, I hit someone. From then on, I lived a life of loving people.
At the age of 17, I was admitted to university. Separate from the person you love. From then on, I lived a life of seeing things and thinking about people.
When I was 17, I discovered that the person I bumped into when I was 14, the person I had been with in high school, had actually changed identities with my brother.
This is a Cinderella fairy tale that is neither beautiful nor perfect. I'm not Cinderella, I'm just Miss Ai.
When I was 17 years old, my dearest brother, who had always regarded himself as my guardian angel, the person I loved the most was seriously injured, and his family took him to court. My most beloved person said: "Unless you are willing to marry me, I can consider letting him go."
I hesitated.