After all, people live in the eyes of others.
The so-called memory is just a dispute
The father loved another woman through her
My brother pays homage to his past through her
Everyone around her uses her to avenge their own shortcomings in life.
Just because in the name of love, these people spend half their lives entangled.
Is it because of classmates? Dude? Sisters? Men and women? Brother and sister? Childhood sweetheart?
I wake up in the middle of the night, scarred, and what I can't forget is those people or the feeling of dependence.
If they could go back to the beginning, their choice might be to laugh heartily on that sunny afternoon and freeze this moment in eternity for the rest of their lives.
But all this has nothing to do with love after all
If you are interested in the chronological development sequence, you can first read Chapter 5 "Golden elixir chronology"