I looked up at the sky with far-sightedness and said, "Look, the stars blink and disappear in an instant. They exist in name only and no one notices them. The moon is calm, talking and laughing freely, changing endlessly, attracting everyone, and if it disappears, it is enough to induce panic."
He was dressed in red, looking bohemian, evil and sexy. My eyes were stained with blood. He still looked away casually, smiled evilly, and shot straight into my eyes, "I want to be your weakness."
His black hair was fluttering in the wind, as cold as ice and snow, his eyelashes were so long that it made people jealous, his eyes were like pools, unfathomable, and he stared at me intently, "Do you have no choice?"
His handsome face was so beautiful that he seemed to have no trace of worldliness. He was elegant and noble, elegant and refined. He was too beautiful to be blasphemed. He stood isolated in the world and looked at me indifferently, "I passed the test."
Her eyes were filled with a sparkle that I had never seen before, with a breath like summer, a face as white as paper, and a blue wave, gently saying: "From now on, you are the only one for me, continuously, from beginning to end."