Do you know how much I long for love, long to love and be loved?
The moment he told me he loved me, I knew I was no longer alone. I have the same rights as "normal people", the right to happiness.
I am no longer afraid of being rejected and disgusted because of my special sexual orientation, and I no longer need to carefully hide my love and affection. He is the first of my kind in this world, the first person I like, and it just so happens that he also likes me.
Youth seems to start because I love you, beautiful and cruel, boiling red beans into lingering wounds, tender pain.
This is my first time writing an article in Jinjiang. This story has been brewing for a long time. It focuses on cruel youth. It is said to be a story, but it really happened around me. My writing style is rusty, I hope you can give Leng Ni more opinions, thank you.