A ridiculous identity brews a storm that subverts the rest of life. The warmth turns into a sharp hook; the intimate heart turns into a hot bullet. Every frown, every word and every action is like the mellow poisonous wine, which penetrates deep into the bone marrow unconsciously. She wanted to get closer, and she wanted to hold the best thing in her hands and present it to him, but she didn't know that the relationship between the two hearts never seemed to be bridged. I want to be deceived and want to play a good role in this hypocritical relationship, but I don't know that happiness will only be limited, and it will be difficult to satisfy the desires in the future.
Intention: leisurely