When you were 15, he was 18, two people in two countries, he was in England, you two met through Instagram, your first love started from there.

Love is simply text messages between the two of you every night, but his messages saying good night or comforting him make you very happy.

I thought it would be a beautiful relationship, but when you were in 11th grade, he texted you "let's break up" and then cut off all contact with you. That time was very difficult when you broke up. A year-long love affair, pain, sadness, and longing are all there

2 years after graduating from high school, he received a scholarship to study in England and ironically he was roommates with him.

Knowing that he is a famous bad boy and has just broken up with his girlfriend and is single, a revenge plan flashes in your head.

From that day on, you gradually won back his heart with your gestures and words. After a year of effort, his heart was in your hands, but one day the needle in the bag would come out.

Tonight, you sat on the bed talking to your best friend about your plan to get revenge on him. Suddenly the door opened. You turned around and saw him standing outside the door with a sad face

"Little dumpling, so you're just taking revenge on me?"