Lin Xiaoyang couldn't help but shake the bottle of ink. Watching the glitter slowly settle in the viscous liquid is like staring into a miniature sandstorm, but you know that those metal particles will eventually clog the nib of the pen, just like something gorgeous is destined to be destructive. Just like Shen Mo, those gold powder would never show off. Only when you are willing to stay for him and turn your head at the right moment will you discover the tiny sparks of light hidden under his restrained appearance.
Intention: love