Not everyone's youth is shining. Flowers will also grow out of those dark shadows, growing crookedly.
Linlin's eyes fell on the white figure in front of her. Under the dim light, the dust floated and clearly outlined a face. It was a young man wearing a white shirt. His skin seemed to be even fairer than that shirt, like porcelain, shining and transparent in the sunlight.
Liking someone seems to become an obsession, a desire that must be obtained.
Linlin's heart was quietly occupied by a young man.
He is like the thin snow falling on the treetops in winter, beautiful and clean, with an unconscious fragility and purity, as if it may melt under the warm sun at any time.
Every time she got closer, her heart trembled. Even if this love has left her bruised all over, she will not hesitate.
All she knew was that she wanted him and had to get him.
Intention: If you like it, you must get it