There was a thick beauty about him, which seemed to be majestic, but his world was silent. Pity's akin to love He was so beautiful that no one could bear to pity him. Only she could not help but sympathize with him. Sympathy was empathy, and love was emotion. Her love for him probably originated from such an emotion of empathy.
He looked extremely warm, but his eyes showed indifference to the world - he perceived the world, but was always separated by a layer, so he no longer tried to integrate. He only did learning because of his childlike curiosity, more like a paradox, he didn't care about it but he was exploring it, whether it was good or bad had nothing to do with him.
But Nuannuan, I love you, so I love this world. Because I love you, I fall in love with this world, this world with you, so I will be full of kindness to this world, even if it is not so beautiful.
But you are right, Xiao Nuan, love comes from the kindness in the heart.
——I want to write a story with positive energy. You can call it naive, you can call it holy mother, you can say it is not deeply involved in the world. This story is willing to be dull and lonely, and it is just a background with huge power.