Probably because we all yearn for beautiful things and long for ourselves to become so beautiful, we become like this.
Holding the pen, he held all the good things he could think of in front of her, and loved her deeply.
She can do it - she has - everything I want.
Extremely happy, extremely addicted.
However——
After all, we are not her, and we will go through a bumpy road to maturity.
When I look back accidentally...
She is alone.
Lonely, quiet, and ruthlessly abandoned.
