He held the pot of cactus tightly in his hand, as if he might lose it accidentally.
Those needle-like thorns carefully protected himself. Even the people who least wanted to hurt could not avoid being stabbed, just like himself.
And meeting her was like a miracle, a miracle in his life
She was like clusters of light yellow flowers blooming on a cactus, so gentle and gentle. When she looked at him, her eyes seemed to be filled with all the tenderness in this world.
At that time, he knew that she loved him, but he didn't know if she loved him as much as he did, and her love was like life.
She was thinking about it, but she just said - how are you? Juheng
The tip of his mouth lingered over and over again——Ru Qing
That tone was gentler than he had ever felt before. At this moment, he was in love to the extreme.