She is like the sea.
Like the sea in the afternoon, the sun is obscured by clouds, and the gray sky carries the sea breeze, citrus, blueberries and the subtle smell of tobacco.
The sea breeze is not strong, the waves on the sea are swaying lazily, and the white foam hits the soft beach, just like the sense of distance she herself gives others.
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Leng Yicheng thought that the moment when the blade scratched the skin and the flesh burst open, it was her salvation for her soul.
The motorcycle stopped not far away, and Leng Yicheng lit a cigarette against the rocks.
The wind blew across the sea again, but compared to that day, there was still a lot less fishy and salty smell.
The longing swept by the sea breeze is always piercing my bones.
Cheng Xiaorui couldn't understand.
With such beautiful hands, when he tore off the band-aid on his ring finger, what he saw was a small cigarette scar from repeated burns.
His voice was trembling, "Leng Yicheng, can't you be better..."
Leng Yicheng covered her palm with his hand, then leaned down and touched the white gauze with his lips.
The warm taste is suddenly amplified.
"Leng Yicheng." Cheng Xiaorui called her after she stood up. "Kiss my eyes secretly."
The man didn't deny it, he seemed to smile, "This is a blessing."
Although she couldn't see the light, Cheng Xiaorui knew that her sea kissed her.
Her sea loves her.
"She's a butterfly."
"Then my love should be the wind, not a cocoon."
"She's my little wolf."
"Love is more powerful than death, I know that."
"Butterflies love flesh and blood more than flowers."
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Motto: Love is more powerful than death.