Duan Qianlian

"You know what? You really... Suit purple!" . . . . . . . . I haven't liked other people's touch since I was a child, but this embrace made me feel familiar and at ease for no reason. I couldn't understand how I could feel this way. I was held in his arms, greedily absorbing his breath, and his voice whispered in my ears. Every word made me feel like the sound of nature. Can I also hope that this perfect man has a place for me in his heart? The surroundings were quiet, only the breeze gently lifted the silky clothes, and the moonlight shone on the two people embracing each other. The artistic conception was as beautiful as a painting. Sometimes, language is also pale. When love comes, as long as he is there, that kind of happiness makes people feel that the air is sweet. I slowly reached out my hands, wrapped them around his waist and hugged him. Because I thought so, I did it. I think, I have to admit, I fell in love with him from the first moment I saw him. But I am a person who has no right to be happy? What should I do if you are hurt in the future because of my love? Just thinking about this makes my heart tremble. I can no longer bear such a blow. How can I hope for love and happiness in this cursed life? How wonderful it would be if this could last forever!