Winter of 2012
But that year, she only remembered the love but not being able to get it, and more of the regret after the breakup.
Many people will ask, what kind of person will have what kind of love and what kind of life? Maybe the life and love she expected have dissipated, just like the color of the sky can be seen clearly after a heavy fog clears.
Ps: The ending is be, a short story, updated from time to time
Purpose: cherish the present moment