Christy met the boy who advised her to live well on the phone ten years ago.
That boy was completely different from what she imagined.
He was as innocent as white paper.
She badly wanted to dye the white paper black.
However, she had never expected that the white paper would take the initiative to ask her to dye him black.
She suddenly didn't want to do that.
"You will like me," Trevor looked at her and said, "You are afraid to face this, so you are unwilling to admit it."
Christy didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it.
Trevor was right.
She had met many men and chatted with them about meaningless feelings, but there had never been a man like him who had caused her to have such strong fluctuations.
She was heartbroken.
She would hug him tightly when she was having a nightmare.
She was unwilling to admit she liked him.
Because he was right.
She was afraid.
She was afraid of dirtying him.
Later, they lived together.
