The proud son of heaven×the cold girl
The number 7 is lucky.
I like the number 7...
Like you too...
She is always stuck in that moment.
18 Is such a beautiful number, the age of prime of life.
The day she left was late autumn.
He clearly had the courage to rush forward, but because of his retreat at that moment, all possibilities became regrets that he would chew on for the rest of his life.
Just like the umbrella I didn't take that year, the unspoken "I like you too" was eventually soaked by the rain and chilled for the long years to come.
Concept: All summers are inferior to that summer