I am a piece of grass. I was stared at by a scheming fox in a confused way. I experienced the ups and downs of the human world and the thirty-six strategies of love. However, I know that grass has no intention, so I am a strange-shaped grass.
If you are a wilderness full of thorns, I would like to wrap your defenses with my softness and walk towards you step by step.
Intention: No cheating.