How could she not know how crazy she is? A chance encounter three years ago actually made her miss her now. She met the most dreamy him at the age when she loved dreaming the most. She was indeed completely immersed in this child and his story. The fragile embrace, the sincere confession, the crystal tears... She sealed the encounter that night in her dream forever, dreaming of meeting him again.
But when she really stood in front of him, she realized that he had closed himself off so deeply. While she was fantasizing about how to comfort him, there were already deeper wounds on his body; while she was still considering her own feelings, he had long lost the hope of being able to love.
It doesn't matter, even if the hug is just a misunderstanding, even if the confession is about missing others, even if not a single tear is shed for her... She will accompany him, just like the lone star accompanying the remaining clouds, like the fragrance lingering on old clothes. If vulnerability is his sin, she will indulge him, because she knows that she is the only one who can hurt herself the most, because she understands that love is not easy, because their vacation is still very long, and sooner or later they will have to wait until a real spring.
(Can the copy actually be 500 words long? This is too long, it's just an ordinary transvestite bg article. Although the protagonist is a professional e-sports player, the story is not very related to the game, so let's focus on falling in love.)
Purpose: Tolerant love will make weak people strong.