Many times, it was Zhang Jiawen who silently listened to her talk about the buried mud and misery, and then he silently stood behind Lin Jia, spreading his wings just to protect her throughout her life.
At sunset that day, a pink sunset appeared in the sky. After taking the photo, Lin Jia's eyes followed the mobile phone. The person in front of her made her feel like a dream. Taking a closer look, it was indeed Zhang Jiawen.
He stood there against the light, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. At that moment, Lin Jia felt that the world was still, and Zhang Jiawen was her hero. Her everything, her beauty, her elusiveness, her reverie, was also her sin.
Intention: warmth