Eight years after running away from home, I unexpectedly met my ex-best friend's brother, who was seven years younger than me. He also said that he liked me and had always liked me? Although it's weird, who doesn't like his younger brother?
But love is not just about flowers and moonlight. After the past trauma is healed, there are still more problems ahead.
A story of healing the other party, but also a story of self-redemption.
I love you, but I hope to grow into a better version of myself.
Intention: It's good for someone to love me, but I would rather grow into a tree on my own