This is a story about homosexuality. People who have a cold don't need to click on it.
But my purpose is not to describe the feelings of homosexuals, but to wonder how much sin people can bear.
Sometimes people are so fragile that they are heartbreakingly strong, and sometimes they are so strong.
For those of you who can finish it, can you find a quiet night and listen quietly to Jay Chou's "In the Name of the Father" again?
We are all guilty of different sins. Can you hear it?
If you can't stand it, please at least read the last chapter.
Conception: