People around me come and go, but I never take the initiative to get close to anyone. But when someone comes close to my heart, I treat them with all my strength and try desperately to catch them. Until later, with bruises all over his body, someone took a step towards me and was so frightened that he had to take ten steps back. When I see other people's fingers clasped together, the corners of my mouth will still twitch, and I can't help but cry secretly. What I want to pursue in my life, but what I can't get, is this kind of warmth of holding hands. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
