After Jonathan's car, carrying the four of them, rushed towards the airport, Wooden·Drucker sat in the car in a dark mood, thinking, Jonathan, even if her heart belongs to you, it doesn't mean I will let go just because you want it. Moreover, I love her as well.
He had been accustomed to loneliness since childhood, with the shadow of his parents' tragic death haunting him for years. That year, in a secluded corner of the hospital, the warm smile and kind actions of that girl illuminated the darkness in his heart. Like a plant that rarely sees sunlight, he clung desperately to the faint light he had found, stubbornly growing with a touch of despair.
His character was destined to need a warm girl like her to heal his wounds. If it hadn't been her, it might have been another girl, but it was her—she was the first to warm his lonely and helpless heart. Of course, there were girls around him before, but none of them were as pure and beautiful as she was.
