I am like a kite. Although I can fly with the wind, the long thread that holds my lifeline is held in the hands of others. No matter how high or far I fly, I cannot escape the shackles.
The place where I grew up carries all my memories. Once upon a time, I tried so hard to regard this place as my home, but now that I stand here, I feel that things have changed and I don't want to stay.
————
He waved the others away and then said to me, "Come home with me."
The understatement of these four words made my heart tremble. This was once a scene I had dreamed of. Whenever I saw other people being intimate with their parents, I always dreamed that one day my parents would reach out to me and call me home softly. Now that I got my wish, my heart was in chaos...
New article "The Feast of Falling Flowers" is being serialized
pure love style
Novice Programmer (Suffer) VS Overbearing Director (Attack)
Intention: