There is a kind of person who has a kind of magic. A glance passing by on the roadside can shock another person's life. I don't know why this glance can't be forgotten. It seems that there really is an afterlife, and the origin of it condenses this glance in this life, so that the person who was stunned will miss it for the rest of his life. Later I learned that this kind of magic is called the skin of your love, the skin that you long to pursue...
