Silent Fire Like the Moon

The late autumn wind carried a coolness and passed through the empty alleys. Lin Lin was dressed in cold black, with an upright and distant figure. He habitually avoided all crowds and just wanted to return to his own safe zone. Until he was forced to stop in front of a small flower shop. The girl squatting among the flower buckets is as petite as a ball of soft light. Her long, light blue and pink-purple hair is hanging down, and her skin is as white as the moon at night. She looks soft and fragile, but she is still struggling to carry the heavy bouquet alone. The next second, her center of gravity shifted and she was caught off guard and fell into his arms. Lin Lin's whole body was tense, and his instinct of aversion to touch almost made him lose control. But when he lowered his head and saw those panicked and clear eyes, all his irritability suddenly stopped silently. For the first time, the abyss caught the moonlight that belonged to him.