Perhaps because of the environment she lived in since she was a child, she has never dared to believe in too beautiful things.
Colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and glass is brittle. Things that are too beautiful are either illusions in front of you, or sorrow that is difficult to retain.
When I met him later, it was inevitable that there would be a love-hate entanglement.
In the end, I wanted to escape unscathed, but it was too late.