The love of young people is the most unreasonable.
It could be a smile, a tear, a profile, a back, a ray of sunshine, a touch of dust.
Caught off guard, hard to guard against.
Like a scourge.
Like a net, like a prison cell, like the coming of the end of the world, until death.
Jing Qian thought, this is not what he is doing. And the name Shiguo eventually became a three-inch long wound on his heart.
A wound that never heals, bleeds endlessly, and hurts deeply.
Conception: