Thousands of meters. Independent. Aloof. Autonomy.
Su Jincheng. Warmth. Waiting. Indifferent.
When a person is young. The one you love must be hurt.
Mi Qianqian: I have been passively accepting warmth, but I forgot to give you love.
Su Jincheng: Loving someone is a matter of caution, but Qianqian, I don't feel your caution at all.
In Su Jincheng's eyes, Mi Qianqian was like that flower among the thorns, whose flesh and blood turned to pieces at the touch of one hand. But never let go.
Maybe one day when he looks back, he will find that the flowers among the thorns will one day also bear the thorns. It's a pity that everything is getting further and further away.
Under the twinkling sunlight, she smiled like an angel. The angel who wants human life.
Flowers among thorns. Blooming flowers. The more I cry, the more I look up.