On a hot midsummer day, the little girl hugged her arms and cried
The arms were covered with scars, and blood was constantly pouring out.
"Brother Zhiyuan, I'm sorry."
"Should I lose my temper with you?"
"I'm sorry"
Song Zhiyuan looked at the tears on the girl's face, feeling inexplicably irritated in his heart. He stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, "Why are you crying? It doesn't hurt. I don't blame you."
If there was a chance, Song Zhiyuan would like to tell her that her eyes that fell that year did not sink into the earth, but fell into his heart...
Intention: unclear