I want to continue my life with a healthy attitude.
However, despair comes unexpectedly and blooms everywhere like bombs.
The first time Mumu came into my life was when I was thirteen years old. I remember I was sitting under the basketball hoop basking in the sun. He approached me and said, Qingqing, don't sit here, it's dangerous, and then handed me his hand.
His hands became transparent in the sunlight, and there was a very gentle aura about them. I noticed the lines between his palms, and the mole that was longer than the edge of his palm.
I stared blankly.
Suddenly he said, Xiaoqing, your hands are so white.
I think he likes white, because he is always so white and clean, so I smiled and put my hand in his palm. I thought he liked me at that time because he said my hands were white.