I have always felt that I am living a good life, able to support myself, and have the opportunity to splurge on ACO perfume, new PRADA clothes, or Shu Uemura, which always carries an innocent scent. I am satisfied with this kind of life and even unwilling to change it.
If you think about it carefully, it's just a lack of love, that's all. It's not a pity.
Who would regret the absence of something?
Love does not necessarily exist, it just feels that there is no such necessity. Even though humans are animals that live in groups.
Maybe she met the most stubborn man in the world, or this man met all the stubbornness in the world.
In short, his stubbornness aroused her stubbornness, or her stubbornness aroused his stubbornness. She just wanted to prove that without the belief of love,
This may be the beginning, or it may never begin.