The sick artist and the confident little sun
I am the withered grass on the bottom of the sea, and he is the blazing sun on the surface of the sea.
"Shi Yi!"
"I want to get to know you, is that okay?"
Shi Yi felt his face burning.
He is always gray, like a crystal rose stained with dust.
"Zhou Fei, swim quickly."
Don't drown in this sea of misery.
At that moment, I was shaky.
Purpose: To change unfair fate