I saw a Weibo article in which the author said that he originally liked black and cool boys. But the older I get, the more I realize that warm people are so worth loving.
I used to, too. I like boys who are as cold as ice, and I like to see him bow his head and remain silent. Whether he likes me or not, I don't care that much.
Until I met Mr. Chen.
Only then did I realize how much gratitude and love I have for the world by being gentle to the world.