I think I love her. But no reason can be found.
Maybe it's too boring, lonely, or painful, no matter what, all I know is that I love her.
Luo's life is like glass, so fragile that I dare not touch it, or maybe it has always been broken, and all I see are its fragments.
However, even if it is just fragments. I can still see it.
That beauty is like moonlight.
But it is also a soul broken under the moonlight.
Conception:
