What is love?
Can that be eaten?
It had been many days since I stopped school, and when I woke up again with a fright, it was already white.
Looking outside the window, the light-colored dim light is vague. I grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands. I felt it was not enough, so I bit the edge of the quilt again. Then, the dark scenery outside the window gradually blurred.
There was a cold touch on my face, and I burst into tears.
Reading instructions: HE, short stories, campus love
Intention: Love life and strive for it.
