I never had any doubts about my orientation until I met a little sister who shouted every day that she wanted a wife. We became friends in a martial arts game, where we all played male characters. It was the most classic combination of monk Meng Yi and killer Soft Zero. We are good sisters outside of the game and we get along well. She is so cute. I often think so, and I even thought about how nice it would be for her to be a boy. I went to her city and we didn't meet. The banyan trees on both sides of the road grew upward and were so dense that they became entangled in the sky. I picked a banyan leaf and put it in my bag. I was full of regrets and didn't tell anyone. I just took a photo and told her that this is my G city memory.
Concept: Is the hazy emotion between girls that transcends besties love, or is loneliness and dependence mistaken for love?