He stood in front of me with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile on his face.
I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't open my mouth.
He handed the flowers to me and said with a smile: "Chen Yue, I like you."
His eyes were sparkling, and my 170-pound body was reflected in them, even a large handful of flowers couldn't stop them.
I know I won't survive.
Intention: When you are close to vermillion, you are red; when you are close to ink, you are black.