Home is said to be a harbor, synonymous with warmth, beauty, safety and happiness. But some homes are just hurt, cruelty, and pain.
But for Lingkong, it was very pale.
She has a home, but she has never been there. Some of them were houses that she had only lived in for a few years. Maybe she was moving again.
The stalking starts when you break into my store.
When we passed each other at the airport, fate brought us together, and home was right in front of us.