"So much love..."
Hao Xinxin fell into a romantic fantasy that was so soft that it was foul.
The field of vision is filled with boundless gentle colors, warm red, sweet peach pink, misty semi-transparent milky white, like a satin balloon blown by the spring breeze, but lighter and more fluffy than the balloon, and it feels like a warm cloud.
Countless hearts floated lightly in the air, their edges wrapped in fine pieces, like crushed starlight, twinkling and slowly spinning around her. Some are as big as pillows, and some are as small as buttons. They are squeezed next to each other, and when they touch each other, they will bounce gently, making an almost inaudible, tiny "ding" sound, like wind chimes falling into cotton.
The fluffy clouds were stepping on her feet, which were soft and weak. Every step she took was like stepping on freshly steamed soufflé, sinking slightly and then rebounding gently. The whole body was wrapped in warm light, the temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold, like a cashmere blanket that had just been exposed to the sun.
Protagonist: Hao Xinxin
Supporting role: Ding Mo
Type: Urban Light Fantasy Short Story No CP
Concept: The love between people is so wonderful