C96

How is blue deductive melancholy and rebirth, could it also be like my guardian, carrying around twenty-eight masks and changing as he pleases?

So today, what mask was he wearing again?

Purple or yellow?

What role was Yin Yijie playing today?

My father?

Or was he my brother?

My lover?

He was still an elegant and domineering guardian!

What should I do, what should I do?

How exactly should his kiss, my lips, be positioned?

My confused thoughts were reflected on the pure white crystal. Like a child's graffiti, it was in complete chaos.

If this is what it looks like, I …

Heh, it seems quite appropriate.

That was, my dreams would end up in disarray.

That's right, to dream with someone like Yin Yijie, other than the illogical mess, what else could he have?

My level was too low, and I never felt that I had the power to fight him.

Even his senseless ruckus could send me to hell.

Looking at your eyes, he wrote a poem, sometimes wild and sometimes mysterious, following your emotions left and right, your footsteps may be messy but your heart is happy, love a person very carefully, as if holding a crystal in your hand, oh, love a person with colorful feelings, seeing the world through the crystal …

I got up and came out and pulled back the curtains on the balcony to see when the storm would come.

He didn't know what his neighbor was doing.

Or maybe he was so busy that he forgot about me and went off on his own.

The song of Dream State kept repeating, and I, hearing it, felt my heart break.

His eyes are really good at conveying emotions. As for whether it's a poem or a conspiracy, I can't tell.

However, my mood really followed his left and right.

My heart seemed to be in chaos.

As for whether my heart is willing to endure such hardships, I don't feel that …

"To love someone, you have to be very careful, as if you are holding a crystal in your hand …"

"Love," can we really use that word?

I was really suspicious and even scared. I don't know why, but I'm scared.

I am too young to know the meaning of love, no matter how precocious I may be.

He's too mysterious to be changed. I don't think I know his love.

I even feel that 'love' is a type of insect poison, only injuries can be inflicted.

Oh, love, what a beautiful and distant word.

What a feeling that made people yearn for it, but haughty and empty.

I don't think I can touch it.

"Rumble..."

Thunder finally boomed in the distance, and the dark shadows of the trees below seemed to sway.

The clouds in the sky were getting lower and lower, as if they were covering the roof of the building in front of them, like a huge lid covering the entire world.

I think they are all turtle in the pot, and after drinking all the herbal soup, they will be stewed and thrown into someone's stomach.

"To see the world through the crystal", to see the world through the crystal, what would it be like?

I turned my head and looked around the corner of the bedroom, losing interest in research.

I wasn't going to shoot a picture of the world through the crystal to prove it wasn't what the singer thought.

Or, the crystal can be polished into different shapes, concave convex circular flat square, or simply to create a pair of hahaha mirror, see a funny world.

Was the world funny?

I think so.

Look, in the afternoon, we were shopping together, and although he had a belly full of anger, he still doted on me.

He'll take care of me even when I get on the elevator.

If he were a father, he would be very much in love.

His child would definitely be extremely happy.

At the dinner table, he gave me food from time to time, and then he and I would snatch it up in the most primitive way. I ate the last two bowls of rice in a bowl and a half, but I didn't know how many of them were in my stomach.

Many were sucked away by him like cormorants before they reached his throat.

Only the abalone and the bird's nest, he let me eat the real thing

Look, he loves me so much. Leave the delicious dishes to me, snatch them, and make fun of me …

It felt good to kiss him, especially when he tried to force me to feed him. His lips would become softer and more seductive, and even if he didn't, I wanted to feed him more.

Even though the result of his actions would usually be him eating all of them, his tongue was so fragrant that it made him eat all of them. It felt so sweet.

He always says I'm sweet, but I think...

He was a demon. He was acting like a good person just a moment ago, but now? He called me cheap?!

Perhaps, at my age, you would be able to skillfully use your tongue to feed him.

However, wasn't that all thanks to him?

Why was he so blissfully sweet when he ate? It made me think I had a beehive in my mouth.

And now?

"To love a person, one must always be careful."

I went into the house and turned off the music, and the boys and girls were silent, back to back, as if ready to run in opposite directions.

I, don't know that kind of sweetness and happiness, and I want to lean into his embrace, is it …

However, I seem to recall that he said I was cheap, said "cheap, no wonder people would call you".

His tone was one of hatred, not of schadenfreude or mockery.

He … Are you jealous?

I looked at the wall, and I suddenly thought that he thought that my actions were rather cheap, but that I was not cheap.

He may have been annoyed by what they said about me, so he hated it, hated it, and was insulted.

However, since I've done such a despicable thing, am I really a despicable person?

I don't think so.

However, he …

Heh, since when did I care about his feelings so much?

He didn't seem to care what I felt.

I have to find a reason and an explanation for him here!

This was the misery of the weak!

See, this crazy world, even I have gone mad!

"Rumble!" "Crack!"

The sound of thunder became louder and louder. The storm was coming.

I touched my lips.

That damnable madman actually dared to abuse me like that. Why?

However, for the time being, I don't have the ability to consider this issue.

Gritting my teeth and loosening them, I drew the curtains and crawled under the covers.

And I thought sadly,

Even if it was love, I couldn't hold it.

I think it's better for me to sleep.

Will it be clearer when I grow up?

The rain continued to fall. The atmosphere was not harmonious at all.

Our hearts are slowly changing.

Lying in bed, looking at the same pure and beautiful dream realm, I suddenly felt that it was ridiculous.

Crystal, how could there be violence and pink yellow thoughts. If I wasn't in a bad mood, how could it be so YY?

The rain outside the window was invisible in the darkness. Occasionally, he would slanted and hit the glass, letting out a "pa pa" sound. Unexpectedly, it was so rough.

Lightning flashed past, piercing everyone's hearts. Even through the thick curtains, I could be seen by it.

That flash of light seemed to pull me out of bed and throw me into the wind and rain, to punish me.

Crack crack. The sound of thunder kept coming, louder and louder than the sound of rain. Like a follower of lightning, he beat the gongs and beat the drums, threatening to come to me.

I ducked under the covers. Tonight, even the sound of the rain was strange.

Pah pah! P@@

In the memory, the rain is so quiet, deep and shallow, far and near, like the sigh of God, can arouse the numbness of the nerves, open the door of depression, let you free.

Occasionally there is a fine rain, gentle as a mother's hand, ironing my humble soul.

However, the rain tonight was just as crazy and brutal as it was before!

He was like a wild beast, frantically trying to break free.

He was like an executioner, mercilessly preparing to kill. A strong gust of wind blew through the air, howling as it urged me to go and die.

"Pa Pa Pa!" The rain beat on the window impatiently.

If I dare to hesitate a moment longer, I will be punished twice as much.

I felt that I had committed a heinous crime.

I was only forcefully kissed by Hua Ran and didn't run away. I only raised a few questions when I was being criticized by my guardian.

I think I'm too sensitive.