Love is a very beautiful and complicated thing.
What exactly is it?
I don't think there are any words enough to describe it.
Perhaps, I would prefer the process, the process of "love".
Love is too abstract and too beautiful. The beauty accompanied by subtle sadness.
If you ask me: Between loving and being loved, which one is happy?
I will answer: Love itself is happiness.
·Chen Ci×Wen Lan
Gentle idiot attack × casual and lazy feeling
·A very cliché story about an amnesia-dog novelist who meets a handsome and gentle boyfriend
·First person perspective
·Everyday writing
Intention: Wen Lan Chao Sheng