"I once thought that I would have a sweetheart, and I could say anything to him, because he is my sweetheart; I didn't say anything, I just sat next to him, and he didn't bother me because I was his sweetheart... Your Majesty, can I be your sweetheart?"
This quiet girl took out a warm heart and put it in his hand.
Fortunately, he swept the house, letting the sunshine in, and letting her in too.
Intention: Feelings, like words, are hypocritical and misty, but they have immeasurable power. They can hurt people to the bone or save their lives. So here, I write this healing story. Two people treat each other tenderly and help each other. Maybe they are separated by identity, family, country... And many things, but they tolerate each other without losing their true principles, because the person they love must understand them.