Grab Candy

Wei Zimo has been burdened with countless depressions since he was born, as if he was born to inherit the resentment and sorrow scattered in the world. He is wrapped in a cold and violent aura under a shell of indifference and alienation, and there is a softness and cowardice that has no place to be hidden inside. He can always penetrate the layers of appearances, accurately capture the suppressed tiredness under Yan Xuanmo's gentle skin, see through all the other party's pretense of calmness, and understand the unspoken torment buried deep in his heart. But the shackles he was born with tightly trapped him. He knew that the gloomy anger surging around him could get out of control at any time. He was afraid that if he got closer, he would burn his beloved, and if he rushed towards her, he would become a yoke to each other. So he was always going back and forth between taking the initiative to approach and hastily retreating, half-stepping forward and half-stepping back, full of thoughts, but hesitating every step of the way. Yan Xuanmo is used to swallowing up all the grievances, pressures and fatigue, gritting his teeth and carrying it all. He has long been used to enduring all the wind and rain in the world alone, and never wants to show any vulnerability to the outside world. Under the gentle and peaceful appearance, there are layers of tight defenses that are airtight. Even though the body and mind have already reached the critical point of collapse, they still remain silent subconsciously, refusing to show weakness or ask for help. They seal up all the emotions that are on the verge of collapse and move forward alone. A person who is burdened with karma and has a bad temper does not dare to rush forward wantonly. One person is under a lot of pressure and refuses to let go of his guard. He understood that all his forbearance was to show off his strength, and he concealed all that he was on the verge of collapse; he could clearly see the cracks under his calm disguise, and he hid his exhaustion on the verge of being unbalanced. The two people's eyes collided from a distance, and then they looked away hastily. They were full of care hanging on their fingertips, but they didn't dare to fall on each other. The two people are emotionally symbiotic and tightly intertwined by fate. They are naturally able to sense the weightlessness and tension deep in each other's souls, but they are both trapped in their own shackles, unable to control themselves in any way. They are greedy for the only warmth in the other person's body, but they are also afraid that the scars on their bodies will drag each other down. They are eager to express all their sincerity, but they are afraid of being tied to each other by a body of shackles. I want to hug each other and stop for warmth, but I am afraid that the out-of-control bond will drag the two of them into perdition... There is no straightforward and passionate confession, no open and unreserved rush, all cares are trapped in the balance, all cares are hidden in the back and forth. I want to reach out and squeeze it tightly, but I am afraid that the force will be too strong and crush the remaining tenderness. I want to let go, but I am afraid that if I turn around, I will completely lose this fateful bond. The style of this article: A slow-burning niche anti-routine pseudo-group portrait article. This is the first time I have written this type of article. The writing is not good, so I beg for help orz (choice between the heart of the Tao, the game between good and evil, and the redemption of the immortal hero) This is an article that I am learning while writing and updating. I also hope that all fellow Taoists will pay attention orz. Probably only a few hours or minutes before fellow Taoists know the new content orz Intention: Live only to hold a little sugar, and only by holding sugar can you survive...