He never recklessly risked it all for love. His mind was clear and rational. He knew what he should choose.
What was this?
Three years of secret admiration, was this finally the response she had been waiting for?
But there wasn't a trace of joy in her heart.
Those long, thin needles were piercing her heart again, again and again, making her extremely uncomfortable.
"Senior..." she called out to the pitch-black night, her nose tingled, and tears fell one by one.
Three years of memories, bit by bit, replayed in her mind like a movie.
Perhaps she would never forget in the best years of her life, how simply and humbly she liked someone.
She cried and cried, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, her petite body curling up like a hedgehog, trembling lightly with her silent sobs.
A white figure stood in the dim light watching her, his narrow deep eyes filled with complex emotions. After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked toward her.
