I am a beautiful person, but this uncontrollable temptation has brought me too much depression and misfortune. My simple and ordinary heart is frozen in the dangerous days. My face has become my mask, and it has been trained to be a sharp weapon.
Until I met him. My face actually didn't let his gaze linger. At that moment, my thick shell cracked. Hidden in the dry heart is a cry and a trace of begging: Can your eyes penetrate deep into my heart?
Unexpectedly, I tried my best to pursue the light in my heart. I suddenly looked back at a loss and found that that person was always on the other side.
Everyone behaves rationally and carefully, only fate is sneering.