What exactly is like? What is love? In the pale life of modern cities, are there really those clear and simple feelings?
Same-sex love is not allowed and is kept hidden. Maybe one day, it will suddenly burst out. On that day, can we go back to the past, return to the starting point, return everything to zero, and start over?
One obviously likes her but is suppressing it, and the other feels a little bit but deceives herself. When will they be able to face their love calmly?
Believe it or not, this is a true story that really happened to me.
They are in pain, but their past was very happy and warm.
Maybe the ending may not necessarily be good, but I want to say that even if you feel the path they have traveled, feel the warmth, the youthful and domineering age, it is all good.
"The morning mist has not cleared yet"
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