He said I am like moonlight and like a rose.
I laughed for a long time, laughing at his poor vocabulary, his vulgar expressions, and his Internet speed that could not keep up with the trend of the times.
Later I seemed to understand that he was like a gravekeeper in the wilderness, guarding his only bouquet of roses for others.
I can't bear to see you homeless
So I stayed here and refused to leave.
Pseudobones, the relationship between hugging each other for warmth
Affectionate and sultry, occasionally a peacock spreads its wings, a humble older person × a happy-go-lucky, slow-paced, dependent sister
A product of imagination, do not compare it with reality
It should be a short story, maybe a longer one if I have enough inspiration.
New author, thanks for watching! ! !
Purpose: Caring for the lonely elderly