Humans are never affectionate animals, but fool Wen Zhinian is.
The love that once rotted and hurt to the core has passed in the blink of an eye for ten years.
Half life is painful and incomplete, half life is happy and complete.
Have you really let it go? Is it really complete again? (I am not a normal person in terms of attack and reception. I have a slight problem.)
There are private facilities.
Concept: Love means breaking into pieces and then putting them back together to be complete.