A few weak flames shot up at the end of the field, and a moment later, countless fireworks exploded. The world suddenly became bright, and the entire night sky was like a curtain embedded with countless gems. Yan Ming walked out of the firelight, still so indifferent, as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him.
At that moment, I suddenly understood the reason why I love him, whether it is grand, ordinary, desperate, or lonely, even if we all look so cold and heartless, in reality we are all trying our best to embrace this world that maybe we don't like that much.
Intention: growth.
