Another Addiction

He is accustomed to tasting briefly, so he thinks that there is nothing in the world that cannot be tasted briefly. Reading people is like the superficial appearance in the eyes; locking the heart is like dead things collecting dust in the box. Until he met those clear eyes - as if he was born without knowing the access control and walked straight into the forbidden land that had been deserted for many years. Only then did I understand: It turns out that there are countless people who read, but what they read is superficial appearance; Seal your heart to lock up love, but lock up dead things. And she is alive. There is also the "addiction" to living a life that he can't quit.