"Lin Yue, stop being stubborn," Zhan Tingting's voice was low and hoarse, and you could still hear the irritation.
"Just because I'm disabled and don't have a left hand, am I not worthy of your love?" Lin Yue turned around, with an unknown emotion in his eyes.
Love makes him forge ahead, makes him happy, and makes him full of hope for the future, but love also makes him feel inferior, makes him miserable, and makes him worry about the gains and losses of life.
Lin Yue looked at the girl in front of him. He neither wanted to restrain her nor lose her. He was struggling to survive while pulling her around.
Purpose: I hope that everyone who works hard can have their own little love