We were immature when we were seventeen or eighteen, and each of us said harsher words than the other. We didn't regret it until we separated, but neither of us would bow down. Until we meet again and we face our hearts, we still can't let go of each other and still love each other. We learn to bow our heads and love each other in the midst of falling in love and killing each other.
At the auction, she was holding another man's arm, and he had another woman by his side. Although it was just for fun, she was still extremely jealous.
He pressed her and asked her, "Why did you just leave? Why did you appear in front of him again? Why did you have another man standing next to you when you appeared again?"
Cruel enough.
Intent: Romance