He saved him, but made him fall. In the eyes of that clear and light man, all the different scenery did not bloom for him, but he planted a garden full of hibiscus for him, waiting for the flowering period to come, and the burning thoughts that blossomed could only be given to him like the bloody setting sun.
Those delicate flowers, the prosperity in one day's flowering period, who gave them age.
The so-called love has become an obsession and cannot be escaped, but I still want...