In this bleak and cold season
I hope there are hands that can hold my cold fingers and give me warm comfort
No matter every intersection or turn in the future, those hands will never let go.
Follow me through this life.
Over the years, I have never given up on myself
because i firmly believe
I will definitely wait for the person who can warm me and rely on me!
PS: The story is a slow-burning Qingshui novel, and some of it is based on stories around me. I just want to thank AD for accompanying me during that time of loss.
Note: Overhaul
Intention: