Every morning I would wake up to my favorite music, lie on the bed and watch Ziyang open the heavy curtains, and the sunlight would flood the room, lazily and warmly. Then I would habitually stretch out a hand for him to pull me up. I like such a pair of hands, which are broad and warm. My constitution is cold and my hands and feet are always cold. Those hands have the warmth of my attachment. I think I really fell in love with these hands and that warm smile like the sun in the morning.
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