No matter what happened later, Chen Qing still remembered that night, when the woman sunk into the sofa tiredly, and the flowers sent by her suitors fell on the carpet, and traces of withering could be seen on the scattered petals.
Chen Qing stepped barefoot on the carpet and made no sound. She stepped closer, and the woman's beautiful eyes were a little dull at the moment.
Empty and fragile, yet with a heart-stopping beauty.
Then the woman said to Chen Qing: "Come and love me."
Chen Qing fell in love, loved her in a miserable state, loved her in all kinds of ugly ways, and couldn't continue her love until later on.
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The light and shadow around her were floating, and the crowd was noisy. She seemed to be smiling, but she seemed not to be smiling.
A framed picture of a stuffed butterfly hangs on the white wall behind her.
Under the dim light, her tall nose cast a shadow on her face.
Chen Qing looked at her and thought, "Don't turn into a butterfly and fly away, okay?"
Concept: Even if life is dull, it also involves playing games.