Since when, we have all contracted a disease.
The more we know that life is long and that we are insignificant, the more we will live and die in an untouchable situation. We stare at sin with indifferent eyes, tell the appalling things in a calm tone, dwell peacefully on the hot bed of numbness, stick our souls in the scars like micro gaps bit by bit, and then slowly wear away.
I am not a sinner, I am a sick person, and this disease is so painful that she wanders in every cave that is as warm as my house.
Everyone is her creator, but she will not be everyone's work of art.
CP: Wen Xiao×Xue Ji
Early stage: Wenxiao, a poor student with bipolar disorder × Xue Yu, a socially anxious cat who can sense heartbeats
Later period: (maybe written in another book) Forensic Physician × Embalmer
(PS: Author Qingshui, updates from time to time, 1,500 to 2,500 words per update, will definitely be updated if there are no surprises during holidays)
Intention: Always maintain the dignity of human beings.