I never know why Lin Yousheng loves me, loves my delicate and dark words, loves my mean and selfish face, or loves me for being crazy, cowardly, despicable and hypocritical.
Fingers touched each other under the table, the moon witnessed our embrace, and we kissed passionately behind the ajar door.
Yusheng, I am Jinye.
Concept: use words to construct pictures and convey emotions