The eyes that have not been opened for a long time reflect the extremely clear blue sky. Dream? Feeling the pain all over your body numbly? Not dead yet? He reluctantly raised his sore arms, and the torn sleeves, whose original color had long been invisible, slid down with his movements, clearly showing the hideous scars on his hands. Hehe, although he didn't care about anything, he still couldn't tolerate others bullying him like this. He had already said that he was not a good person.
With this face, living, the guilt of stealing other people's things, annoying
The so-called feelings and the so-called vows are honey or poison, or...
What is love, dependence, care?
Is it companionship?