"Every time I think back to the moment we met again, I really want to hit someone... But I also want to turn around and not respond."
There was a kind of indifference and calmness in the woman's voice, as if she had an insight into everything in the world.
The woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. She saw a familiar shadow...
Memories are like going to the movies
"What are you doing!"
Intention: sweet