Timing | Jeong Yunho
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Última publicación jue, oct 26, 2023
"What do you think went wrong between us?" The blonde haired man questioned the female sitting opposite him. "I don't think it was our love that ran out..." His eyes reflected nostalgia mixed with a vague sense of regret.
"Love wasn't enough, Yunho." The hazel haired woman looked out of the window, her chin resting on her hand and her side profile now facing him. "We were too young, we didn't expect life to overwhelm us the way it did." She sighed.
"I guess our timing was wrong..."
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