We are all little bugs in the same web. Our limbs are entangled in spider silk. We keep struggling but in the end we cannot break free. Instead, we are bound tighter and tighter, slowly waiting for death to come...
Should I be lucky that in this huge network, I met the beloved person who will accompany me throughout my life? What awaits is not death, but boundless sweetness and happiness.
The story between me and him has nothing to do with love, it is just about making ends meet. He and I don't know where it started, but one day when I was really lonely and looked at the spotless sky, my hand gently caressed my belly, and I could only hold my left hand with my right hand. Two hands with the same temperature were too cold to transmit the temperature.
It turns out that I can no longer lose him in my life.
My thoughts drifted away, and suddenly a hand wrapped around my waist. Before I could react, I instantly fell into a familiar embrace, bringing me warmth...