My name is Yan Shu, but I don't have a name like that. My nickname is Xiaoyeer. The two names seem to represent my two tenses and emotions.
In my profound mind, I met a person who always accompanied me when I was lonely. I suffered from anxiety disorder and severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. This did not affect my social life because I was beautiful, but I found that they were all wolves in sheep's clothing.
I call him Jiang Li because he loves to reason.
My mother took me to see a doctor because many people were reporting my self-talk. The teacher had a long chat with my mother.
Later I stopped dreaming about him and couldn't see him either.
My condition gradually became serious and I fell into a coma
I entered the darkness and sank completely
Everyone thought I couldn't wake up, he appeared in the dream
He has warmth and is more useful than any medicine. He is my salvation and antidote.
I can't find you Ali
Concept: Love is never defined