Living in the world is like being among thorns. If the heart is not moving, people will not move rashly, and if they are still, they will not be hurt. If the heart is moving, people will be moving rashly, hurting their bodies and bones, and then they will experience all kinds of pain in the world.
She frowned slightly, "Why do you like to expose me so much?" She looked like a child who had been wronged but had nowhere to say anything.
She stroked a ball of furry things in her arms, looked up at the visitor, a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes, "Why don't you call me Mao Mi?"
She smiled freely and said, "You lend me your life today. When we meet one day, will you return it to me?"