The boy on his head blinked, and his curled eyelashes seemed to sweep over Mr. Lin's heart, which made him feel a little sore and itchy. ++++++ "Don't you feel pain?" The boy said and handed over a pack of tissues. "Wipe it, it's all bleeding." Mr. Lin still looked at him stupidly, and the boy raised his chin to his face. "Forehead" Mr. Lin then raised his hand to touch it, and sure enough his hand was sticky. ++++++ "Zimo, let's go" someone called him next to him. "Here we come." The boy finally straightened up and turned around to leave. ++++++ "Hey, tissue... You don't want it." Mr. Lin straightened the hand holding the tissue and handed it to him, but then shrank it back, as if he didn't want to give it to him. ++++++ "Here you go, keep it ready..." He still looked expressionless and indifferent to death. ++++++ Mr. Lin looked at the back of Zi Mo who was walking side by side with his friends with his hands in his pockets. "Zi Mo... That's his name," Mr. Lin thought, then looked at the pack of tissues in his hand, held it to his nose and smelled it. There was a faint scent of sandalwood... So he began to want to know, what is the last name of the person named Zi Mo? Where do you live? Which school? How should we get to know each other again? What should you wear when you meet? If I think about it more deeply, what gift should I give him if... What if we get together...
Intention: Persistence, I want to be the best for you
