"Brother, is that you?" I asked softly, stroking the side of his face.
The moonlight scattered on his calm face, and his pale lips moved slightly. In the darkness, a tear slipped quietly from the corner of the eye,
555, I don't know what I'm writing. . This is my first time writing an article (the ones I wrote when I was a freshman in high school are not included, it was so disgusting that I couldn't even read it). . . So if the writing is not good, please give me your comments. . Don't be afraid of hurting my young heart.