In your long life, have you ever fallen in love with someone at first sight and never forgotten them? Are you very afraid of meeting him? Are you desperately chasing his footsteps so that you can walk to him? Late at night, you repeatedly write in your diary, "If I bloom, you will come with a gentle breeze?" Maybe it was her obsession that moved God, and she finally had an intersection with him, and accidentally discovered his secret... Can a little girl with low self-esteem wait for his breeze?
Intention: Only by making yourself better can you walk by his side