That day, the gentle breeze blew from the window sill, blowing the tips of my hair across the library corner of the classroom, causing my skirt to flutter slightly and my smile to brighten.
That year, she was 27 years old. She had only met him for more than two months, but it was the beginning of her falling into the abyss.
Mother, friend, boxing coach, psychological counselor...
Love, hate, encounter, separation, calculation...
All kinds of doubts and ghosts seemed to surface, but she couldn't catch any traces.
In the adult world, calculation is a free pass and purity is like a mean joke.
Purpose: Happiness is simple but also nonsense, pure love is noble but also despicable