My first love was so sweet. It was like a jar of honey, held tightly in my arms. I just looked at it and felt sweet. This is how a girl feels after falling in love! I like him very much, but maybe not enough because I never learned to change for him. Later, he and her got along. I thought I would never fall in love again, at least I wouldn't fall in love with someone else so easily, until he appeared, and his gentleness, humor, and stability gradually opened and closed my heart. But who would have thought that when he and I went home, I was simply surprised, what was going on with him? Are they brothers?
Concept: The fruit of love is sweet only when it grows on its own branch.