Seven years, a lifetime of sadness for her.
Why can't you always see me? Zhuangzi, are you blind?
Don't cry, my heart hurts. Zhuangzi, you see, my heart hurts. Stop crying again.
Please, stop torturing me.
Do you know how dirty you are now? . .
She always looked at the scars all over her body but smiled stubbornly, and then told herself that it didn't hurt. Flow it away, that little bit of scarlet is not an injury, it's just the past. . .