He is very handsome, not the kind of superficial handsomeness, not the kind of sinister handsomeness, but the kind of resolute and slightly feminine handsomeness.
He has snow-white skin and is tall and thin.
He was very melancholy, like a rainy day in the south that never cleared up. No one knew why he was so gloomy.
He knows everything and nothing. He knows everything in the world, but he doesn't know what's hidden behind it all.
He likes to put bright red lip gloss on his lips, and he likes to listen to classical music... He is gentle, considerate and kind. All girls will feel excited when they see him.
Would you fall in love with such a person?
If you say you will.
Then let me tell you, he has to lie in the cold ice cellar every day and bear the biting cold alone. He has no warm arms to hold you. During the day, he can't go shopping with you or help you carry your bag. Because he is afraid of light. He can only watch you silently in the darkest corner of the night, feeling like a knife and enduring the loneliness. He loves you too, loves you so deeply, to the core. But, in fact, you can't have him, and he can't have you...
Will you still love him?
But he is a dead man.
Will you still love him?
Do you dare to love him?