I remember the first time he confessed to me. The young man's eyes were full of love. He, who had always been shameless, stammered out a few words but could not form a sentence.
In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I blushed and kissed the corner of his mouth.
These countless fragments, even after so many years, still shine like treasures in my memory.
But for Wen Yu, it was no longer important.
Motto: Regrets are common