If Time Still Loves Me

That year, he walked into her world with sharp thorns all over his body and full of pain in his heart. His rebellion, loneliness, and rejection of others made her feel distressed. She felt sorry for the loneliness in his heart. She gave him warmth and companionship, and he took off his disguise in front of her. That year the wisteria flowers were in full bloom. He told her the flower language of the wisteria flowers, which is to live for love and die for love. Under the melting lavender of a tree, the girl and the boy held hands and made a promise for a lifetime. But later she let go of his hand and chose to leave him. In the end, he left him full of disappointment and hatred for her for eight years. … When we met again, she was in a mess, her white shirt was stained by black coffee, and he was in a suit and leather shoes, and his leather shoes were shiny black. He looked down at her as tiny as dust like a arrogant king, and he handed her a handkerchief indifferently and turned away. … After waiting for eight years, her boy finally returned. Even though he was indifferent and alienated, she knew that he hated her, but she did not regret letting him go back then, but she would not let go again this time. If he hated her, she would chase him until he did not hate her, until he became her man.