You are my destiny
In a noisy and restless world, the sound of winter cicadas flapping their wings is more melodious than this
He is like a cicada on the verge of death in winter. It is not as lively as it is in midsummer, and it is not as silent as it is when it dies completely.
There will always be someone who will hold him in their hands, someone who will be willing to put his thin wings together
"His eyes are very beautiful, silver-white, no different from the usual black and white pictures, but they are much more vivid than that white, as translucent as cicada wings, yet so fragile."
----Calm and careful violinist who knows nothing about emotions——Jiang Suihan
----A gentle and introverted blind man with great talent for painting but acquired blindness——Yu Mingri
Princess and prince, please read (＾▽＾) Sorry for the poor writing style (óò｡)
Purpose: Mutual redemption