Shen Yanzhou looked up from the papers on his desk, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.
The twilight through the floor-to-ceiling windows gave him a rough edge, like a precious ancient porcelain in a museum that suddenly had cracks.
"I'm learning..." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows, "How to love people."
At that moment, Su Tang caught all the moonlight in the capital with both hands.
I have something to say: write whatever comes to mind, don't mind it.
Purpose: We all have the right to love and be loved