You patted my shoulder, and at that moment I cried like an ignorant child in your arms. You said don't be afraid, I'm here. At that moment, I seemed to hear your heartbeat, the sound that beat with me. At that moment, it seemed that all my grievances and unwillingness were resolved with tears, and your white shirt was also wet. Later, when I was tired of crying, you stroked me gently and said, fan, as long as I am here, I will not let you shed tears of grievance again. . . . . .
Intention: There is always someone by your side who loves you silently