At the age of 17, young love, hazy ambiguity, and mystery, he could only turn around and leave...
At the age of 18, I thought I had enough courage to love someone passionately, even to the point of handing over everything I had, but I found out that it was just a true lie...
Love and hate intertwined, she tried to escape the lie, but life was like a river flowing backward. The more she struggled, the more she fell, until the layers of lies were pulled away layer by layer, and each cruel truth came to light. How should she face it?