Life is too bitter and we need sweet literature
In late spring, in March, grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are mixed peanut trees.
An ordinary small county in the south.
It was raining heavily, and sitting in a narrow and old alley was an extremely handsome young man with picturesque features.
Like an angel who fell into the world, his feathers were wetted by the rain, and he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him in confusion.
He lowered his eyebrows, and his soul seemed to be trapped in a glass cover, with no one to rescue him and no one to care about him.
His heart was grabbed by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe at all. The rainwater flowed down his face, leaving a trace.
His body was frozen, and the world around him was a miserable white color, until a voice came from the horizon, far and near: "... Are you okay?"
Hearing this, he was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes, his eyes flushed red.
Sensitive boy x healing angel
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