[Healing + Special Favor + Preference] Youth is as gorgeous as a piece of spilled oil paint. Although it is unorganized, the color is enough to make people enviable. She is a cactus in the desert. She is never as delicate as a narcissus. She can survive with a little water. What does justice matter if she lives a sad life. All crude stories will become moving as long as one person takes them seriously. Therefore, all the secret love, looking up paranoid and stubbornly, knowing that it is impossible but refusing to let go.
