The Love Between the Student Union President and the School Boss

It's easy to miss each other in the vast sea of ​​​​people. Only after losing it did I realize that the one I loved most was him, but it was too late. When we look at each other and smile again, our mature hearts are a little old, and many pains have been forgotten. All that is left in the memory is good, and you have found new support. The right and wrong of the past are no longer important. God allowed us to meet too early, but gave us too little fate. Every memory is like a thorn to me. Is this a trick of fate? It's a good start... Or the beginning of another nightmare...