When I was sixteen years old, I tried my best to like someone.
He lowered his head for her again and again and bowed to her without hesitation, like a moth to a flame.
Later.
When I heard my friend talk about it again, I laughed. The light flickered on and off, casting light and shadow on my face.
I said, the bad things I did when I was young are already too numerous to count.
[Must-see for demining]
1. Be warning
2. Neither the attacking nor the receiving character is perfect, grow slowly
3. No writing skills, updates are uncertain, and I write blindly.
Purpose: Be calm first and then love others