"We are all living like dust, but we also want to be loved. It's not that we lack love, it's just that we haven't had it or been recognized."
He Yu lived in a home that would never be warm. She once thought that she was not worthy of love, and at the same time she did not desire love. But it seems that the more he sinks into the mud, the more he can't refuse the dazzling light. He Yu carefully protects the light, longing for and pursuing Yan Zhou's slightest love.
So far, time has passed, my love has never tired, and I am not the person who will be with each other for the rest of my life, but I am still happy.
Note: Some of the content is adapted from real events, while the rest is fictional, please do not substitute. The writing style is immature, and the content may be contradictory and childish. I just write some short stories. Each story has a corresponding reader. If this story is not very acceptable, please close it. There are many, many good stories waiting for you.
Intention: Is it difficult to like it?