He and she lived in the village since childhood.
Go out together and go home together.
She said, "When will you stop following me?" He smiled and said, "When you marry me." He pestered her like this for 10 years.
But when he left the village, a terrifying and suffocating loneliness swept over her body. Only then did she realize her habit and dependence on him. He smiled and said, "Don't you want me?"
She was ashamed: "You... You..."
She started to run away, but he grabbed her and turned her into his arms. He hugged her tightly...
"You can't run away now."
After she tasted the warmth and coldness of human kindness, she looked back,
It's the smoke from the villa.