I have never been a caring person, nor a sentimental person, but I remember a person, a person who I wanted to laugh at but was laughed at from the beginning to the end. He is not a martial arts hero or a wealthy merchant, but he is a truly good person. His behavior, his eyes, and his every smile are all gentle, but it is this kind of person who is sad, because he will not live for himself at all. He is guilty...
The first time I saw him, the night was like water, in the gloomy forest, and he desperately dug me out of the soil with his thin hands. At that time, his eyes were very firm, and he stubbornly believed that I was not dead. For a moment, a trembling feeling hit my heart. I closed my eyes at a loss and felt him pick me up. He was very thin at that time, and his bones were very hard, and it hurt when he hit me. I didn't dare to look at him, so I kept my eyes closed and gradually fell asleep listening to his footsteps again and again. I woke up the next day and watched him sleeping quietly beside the bed. His slightly childish face was not very pretty, but the faint look and gentleness between his eyebrows always made people unable to take their eyes away. I was stunned for a long time, my fingers couldn't help but touch his light eyebrows, and then I suddenly took them back, dragging my still aching body away without saying a word.
At that time, I swore never to see him again. He - is a person who cannot be touched even to death, I know.
However, later I got him involved again, and his life was almost ruined by this incident...