Zhao Zerui looked at the mirror. The young man in the mirror had one more eye than ordinary people. He was disgusting, tired, greedy, and competitive. He reached out and touched his cheek. The eyes disappeared, and only a young man with a tear mark under his eyes and a gentle smile remained in the mirror.
(Daily writing, not suspenseful, not scary, not enjoyable writing? No CP, fictional setting, the male protagonist's character is not perfect, and the characters inside are also not perfect.)
