Buried in the Spring, Lost in Your Autumn
Language: en
Bennett and I were each other’s first loves. We were together from the age of eighteen to twenty-three. Later, I personally drugged his drink and sent him into my sister’s bedroom. He desperately escaped and came looking for me, only to overhear the conversation between my friend and me. "All these years of history, and you’re just throwing him away?" I swirled the wine in my glass, a careless smirk on my face. "Friends are like limbs; men are just clothes. She’s my sister. What’s wrong with letting her have some fun with him?" Since then, Bennett cut all ties with me. We hadn’t seen…