I had never looked up at the stars seriously, and I didn't know what brilliance meant until I fell into his sight.
I have long since died in that world tightly wrapped by filters, leaving my body in that world full of malice.
He happened to pass by, picked a petal and put it on my forehead, telling me that everything was in vain and everything was like a rainbow.
I asked him to take me away, but he just helped me up and ran with me.
He taught me to appreciate the wild flowers on the roadside, the galloping horses and the clouds on the horizon.
I was tired from running, so he asked me to have a good dream.
When I woke up from the dream, I couldn't find him.
I kept running forward, telling myself:
On this road to Rome we just got separated at a fork in the road.
"He said that his love is by no means indulgent, let alone the whole of my life."
A practical boy who is sober and sensible yet sullen and coquettish × a literary and artistic girl who is depressed and world-weary but kind and intelligent
This is my first article. I am self-aware in terms of writing style, but I still hope it will be better. Due to lack of brain capacity, the full text only has four chapters, among which the extra chapter is from the male protagonist's perspective.
Purpose: Pay attention to mental health and establish a correct view of love.