The wind in January is very much like Zhou Zhou's words. When it blows over, it's light, but when you regain your senses, you can feel the piercing pain.
What Cheng Tang is most afraid of is looking at other people. He will subconsciously avoid the eyes he is about to meet. Because he is so sensitive that a casual word may be a thorn in his body, making it difficult for people to get close to him.
Therefore, he was very tired, not only physically but also mentally. He was like a frozen lake. On the surface, there is no storm, but in fact, there are undercurrents.
He stood on the top floor of the building, and his heart had never been beating so hard.
He was relaxed as never before. Looking at the lights of thousands of houses in front of him, he recalled his ordinary or even mediocre life.
He once thought that Zhou Zhou had pulled him out of the endless darkness, and that that hypocritical and dirty world had nothing to do with him anymore. But no.
Because he felt the light, he couldn't accept the darkness. Is this greed? His salvation, his new life, are just bets in other people's talk and laughter.
He really hates it. He hates the young man who was once the bright moon and the breeze. He also hates that his heartstrings can be easily disturbed.
The mouse hiding in the darkness jumped down under the moonlight. Is this a relief or a new dilemma.
As fate would have it, he became Zhou Zou's adopted cousin, a baby in his infancy.
In this life's growth, he is no longer sensitive and fragile, no longer alone.
Purpose: For too many people, they always place their hopes on others and therefore get into trouble.