Chen Zui: In the short half of my life, I have experienced birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and resentment, love and separation, and the unrequited pursuit of reality. I have never learned how to let go. They always say that I am cold-hearted, but every time I am the one who gets left behind first. I won't be left behind anymore. I won't be left behind again.
Jian Xu: I always thought that the things I like must be in my hands. But when I met you, I realized that the harder I hold on, the faster they slip away. Fortunately, I met you when I least understood love. Looking back on that time, it makes the following days colorful.
Feng Rongzheng: Others say you are cold-blooded, others say I am a slut. We just made a strange couple. I want to save you from shock and pain. You also use your warmth to save me from wandering around and give me something to rely on. You are not my ribs, you are my tear ducts.
A girl lived in her own world and became an autistic child. She met the school bully and the so-called shady student, and she was in constant trouble from then on. Well, the heroine is really not autistic, she is just afraid of trouble.
Slow-burning writing is the same as the slow-burning character of the author.