The flutter of my heart in my youth, our reunion in life. I slowly draw closer to you. How much will you still remember? You were inexplicably gentle with me, but in the end, it came to nothing. I waited a long time for you, but the crabapple blossoms never came.
Love is everything, yet it is the one thing that never looks like love.
Theme: Told from the heroine's perspective, exploring her genuine feelings.
Sister, why don't you update this?