Many years ago, I read this passage: "You know there is a kind of beautiful eyes. The reason why they are bright and good at gazing is because there is not too much or too little white space, just enough to catch the sunshine you want." At that time, I thought I understood, because in that autumn, I met such a pair of eyes.
————From "The Slave in Gray"
I haven't finished this article yet, but I feel quite sad as I write it. Let me publish three chapters first. If adults like it, I will continue to finish it... But the click-through rate of this kind of short story is very problematic. Look at the sky.