His words of thanks were naturally warm and frank, and he never needed to hide his orientation. His love was straightforward and hot, and when it fell on Lin Yu, it was with a reckless recklessness. In Lin Yu's world, there are too many secrets that cannot be told.
He has long been accustomed to being alone, and he never dared to give half of his trust easily, which trapped him in a siege called "responsibility". Even the words he typed out with his fingertips were filled with restrained alienation. But just in the day after day of thank you, I let go of my guard. Those scars buried deep in my heart, those forbearances that no one knows about, are all quietly scabbing in each other's company across the network cable.
Intention: The fiery rush into the virtual world can warm up the frozen souls in reality.