He is the taciturn gang leader; he is the handsome and passionate idol superstar; he is the gentle and considerate corporate prince...
I never thought that my fate with him came from the mysterious and noble sea of violet flowers, but my relationship with him actually came from a contract?
I never thought that my fate with him came from the fateful campus life and bus incident, but my relationship with him actually came from accidents?
I never thought that my fate with him came from an inadvertent meeting at the airport, but my continuation with him actually came from our silent companionship every day?
And she and him, she and him, faced with conspiracy again and again, setbacks again and again, and helplessness again and again. After all, should I choose love? Or friendship?