The autumn wind was blowing in front of Bai Haisen's window.
The ballpoint pen in his hand was writing something. Gu Jiajia walked over and put her hand on the pea green T-shirt on his shoulder, but she was stabbed - thorny branches grew on his shoulders, getting longer and sharper.
Bai Haisen turned around, with delicate and bright red petals growing out of his neck. He looked at Gu Jiajia, as if he was looking for something, "Love me, are you afraid?"