We live, hear the words of love, feel the tenderness, and experience the fleetingness of tenderness.
It's a pity that I can't seem to let you touch my heart. Even the sharpest love cannot make a person feel the heartbeat of another person for a long time while holding a scalpel like a surgeon.
I cannot give my heart to prove my love to you because I want to continue this love. However, what you can hold at any time is all my love and heart.
The cake you smell, the stuffed toy you pick up. Have you eaten the chocolate? Have you opened the music box? It's everything about my heart, the smell, the shape, the texture, the sound of my heart. You can also see in the reflection of that ring that my heart is shining with joy because of you.
In fact, there is an alchemist living in everyone's heart, trying to turn every soul into heart-pounding poetry.
The girl who wants to tell the story is looking at you right now. Her carefree eyes are the cover of this natural history about love. If you are gentle enough, please touch her title page at this moment.
Conception:
The Life of a Sexual Transformation Devil Starting from Being Deceived
Turn Dirt into the Male Protagonist's Life Miracle [System]
Exchange Lives with the Villainous Female Elder [Through the Book]