Every silent night, Feng Xin curled up and struggled in his own world, with an illusory and harsh ferocity ringing in his ears.
She often asked herself how much courage she needed to keep her dreams alive in her heart.
For 21 years, Fengxin prided himself on being a kind person.
She never denied that her sentimentality bordered on pathological.
She stayed up all night, praying devoutly to the wandering blank swamp to let me sink deeper! Let the lonely moonlight be more hazy! In this way, the brown blood covering the body after scabbing is no longer scary.
That white skirt stained by scarlet may be the only conscience and goodwill that Feng Xin left to this false world and himself.
Purpose: redeem yourself