There are not many beautiful things in the world, such as the wind blowing from the other side of the river in the early autumn evening, and you in your twenties who laugh to death.
Three years after three years, enough for the people around her to stop and go, change one after another, enough for him to forget her and change her.
We are all unable to advance or retreat in love, and none of us want to settle for second best. If you are too persistent and reluctant to let go, is it because he is too good or because of your unwillingness and vanity? Ask yourself, can you let go...
(The male protagonist has not yet been decided. It depends on the direction of the article. This is my story and our story. It has a prototype, so it also has an unsatisfactory ending.)
Purpose: "A princess without the protection of a knight must grow up alone."