[Description: Life is like a dream, but love is still like a dream.]
Because of love, my heart ached…
Because of love, I changed my past and treated him as my most destined son!
Perhaps everyone has their own aspirations and destinies, but why does my love pass by in loneliness?
She had fallen in love with him, but they were destined not to be together.
When they met again, she was already a mother.
They brushed past each other because they each had their own happiness.
Unexpectedly, there was an impulsive ripple in his heart, whether to continue to tell him everything or not.
Or hide it from him, forever