He is her disaster.
She worshiped him as her teacher and called him master from then on.
If so, it would be great if the memory could always be fixed on that day. The sun was shining brightly, he smiled tenderly at her, and her heart was pure and peaceful. It's just that "if", you can't get it no matter how much you ask for it. Just looking back so briefly, love is already old.
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