It suddenly occurred to her that since she was a child, whether she was a fan of movies or novels, she had always been an out-and-out cherisher of flowers. She had always loved and loved heroines, supporting actresses, or simply female cannon fodder.
Until one day, she met a woman, and the door to the new world opened to her, revealing the tip of the iceberg inside. She suddenly realized: Could this be nature?
No no no! She once loved a man so cautiously and humbly, and she also had two boyfriends...
But, but, how could she deceive herself?
In such a short but long twenty-three years, she had only had such an unspeakable desire to kiss her.
What to do?