How I wish the ending would just stop at "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm amazed at your beauty, can I buy you a glass of champagne?" How I wish the desire to return afterward was an ordinary beginning, like the beginnings of many ordinary loves. But perhaps human nature is unfathomable, and once we face unfamiliar love and get caught up in it, we will be even more unfamiliar with the fear of revealing true love. So, what exactly is love? Or stay alone? Maybe after shooting him, Jenna will remember love like he misses his wife, and it's a more painful process, because you know it's absolutely impossible to have again. An even more painful despair.
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