"My mother said that life in this world is like clouds floating in the wind. You can't help yourself, and your life is precarious." I leaned on Hongyi's warm and generous chest, held his hand tightly, and said softly, "If one person is like a cloud, then how long can we float in the wind? How long can we float together?"
"Fool," Hongyi pinched my face gently and smiled, "When two clouds are together, they will eventually merge. Even if they are blown away by the wind, we cannot be separated."
At that moment, all my worries were relieved, as if I had so much courage out of thin air. I nodded lightly, but my heart was firm: "Yes, we won't separate."
The highlight: the first person, the female protagonist, and the endless bloodshed