When I first met him, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy who didn't know how to love.
By chance, he became his teacher, turning a chance encounter into a day-and-night relationship.
Some love cannot and cannot be spoken out. The distance in status will always make many people feel that there is a lot of incompatibility.
He can't speak, and I don't want to speak. This in itself is an unfair relationship.
As long as I can't speak, the love is still there, isn't it?
Conception:
The painting style is completely different...