I have always wanted to write a story, and there are many stories in the story.
She was so humble in front of him, so humble that blood oozed from her bones; he looked at her, but he didn't know whose shadow was reflected in his eyes; there were some things she wanted to know, but was afraid to know. She loves him, but she dare not say it. She is afraid that if she does, she will die. She is not afraid of death. She is afraid that if she dies, no one will love him like she does.