She is used to being alone, and she enjoys being alone. She walks alone in the streets with people coming and going, feels the joy and sorrow of the plot alone in the cinema, and thinks quietly in a cafe. Her world never needs anyone to accompany her. . . . She told herself she could do it. . . . He knew that no one could ever enter his heart, and the only exception had left him cruelly. Nothing mattered anymore. It was too tiring to love again, and he didn't want to make the same mistake again. It was she who said: I don't need love. Brought them together. . . .