Version 1: Rhett felt like he was being secretly loved.
The other person's emerald eyes followed him closely, and his smile bloomed with delicate flowers.
He secretly told his trusted friends in the group
Everyone looked at each other in a weird silence, and finally patted him on the shoulder, "You're not the only one who feels this way."
Willet, a telepath.
She can taste the taste of emotions and souls. In her last life, she tasted the bitter and mellow dark chocolate from Batman. In this life, she desperately found that she was in Arkham, and everything smelled rancid.
The memory fragments that come into contact are either screaming or inappropriate for children, Jinjiang shielding, and mosaic color blocks.
Willett: Help, it's suffocating.
"I once imagined that superheroes existed. I even thought that every nerd sitting next to me was dangling in the sky."
"If there were many powerful and good people, there wouldn't be so many moths gathering under the light."
But, but, I know that even superheroes will have people they cannot save, and they will be helpless, regretful, and make mistakes.
I just miss it with a little bit of sadness.
But, one day, I realized that this world did not lose precious gems and missed life-saving medicine, but that there were already people who stood up and used their mortal bodies and strong souls to become heroes staring into the abyss.
"Is this why you follow us day and night?"
"Nonsense, you don't know how delicious you guys are!"
Just smell it and you'll have an appetite!
Motto: Stand up and become a hero