When I first met Wen Xijing, I thought this brother was really beautiful.
Not the kind of girlish beauty, but the kind of exquisiteness, as beautiful as the dolls displayed in the window when I was a child.
He saved me, gave me a home, and allowed me to happily wrap myself in a quilt and promise to never be separated from him.
My bones hurt when it rained. He hugged me and said, "Don't cry. Brother Jing is here. Brother Jing will always be here."
He loves art, he is a painter, and his dream is to go to the snow-capped mountains to paint migratory birds one day, but his heart is too fragile and it only hurts for a while.
Wen Xijing, you said life is a wilderness, but your sky is gray.
Aged, weak, gentle and beautiful woman x innocent and well-behaved child with bad temperament
Wen Xijing x Xie Xuran
three years age difference
subject to first person perspective
Attack heart disease and rheumatic bone pain
Intention: Positive and uplifting