Song Yao has always regarded Zhou Muche as her light, looking up to him but not daring to touch him. By a coincidence, her long-buried heart still couldn't be concealed. It was budding, probing, and ambiguous. Finally, under his active offensive, she couldn't help but choose to bow her head. But what I thought was just a superficial taste, and the bitterness spread all over my body, until I waited for him to break up...
After the breakup, Song Yao's imagined paralysis, drunkenness and crying did not follow her. She did not want to go through the year-long recuperation again, and she cherished her life. In the middle of winter, at the end of November, I randomly found a convenience store and picked out a bottle of milk. I was about to ask the clerk to help heat it up when a figure stepped into my field of vision. It had a wintery feel but did not make people feel cold. It made people sober and at ease.
Purpose: Warming and healing