She didn't know anything. She met the person who made her grow up slowly, but she didn't know how to cherish it. Maybe there was something unspeakable about her. The later one broke into her heart. Those children became more and more mature. She gradually understood love and began to think about things that she shouldn't consider at this age. She thought deeply like an elder, and wanted to let go and leave again and again... Looking back again and again, in exchange for her begging for peace. In the end, she was passive and drifted away to the point where she could only pay attention to her secretly, even forgetting the tone of her words. ... Everything is self-inflicted... Maybe I met the right person at the wrong time and neither of them took advantage of the opportunity... (Real experience, highly restored chat records, special materials and new ideas, all conversations are in the online world)
Purpose: commemoration and relief