In the vast sea of people, why is there a special existence that makes you feel particularly happy while loving the other person?
Can I meet the right person?
Forget it, being alone is much freer... Right?
I am used to living alone, but I long to meet the right person.
When I met you, I never went missing looking for beautiful pictures, because you are my beauty.
A short story about a photographer and plant researcher.
I'm busy with work, so I update every two days, ^_^
Poor writing, limited word count, ^_^