James was still taking a bath in the bathroom, and he was supposed to be taking a shower because she heard the sound of running water, which was especially clear in the quiet night.
There was a book on the windowsill that James had read before. She picked it up naturally, and it was unexpectedly Tagore's "Birds of flight."
Only by experiencing hellish trials, can the power to create heaven be cultivated; only the fingers that have bled can the ultimate sound of the world pop out.
When that day is over, I stand in front of you, and you will see my scars, knowing that I have been injured and healed.
You smiled at me without saying a word, and I knew that I had been waiting for a long time for this.
...
"What are you looking at?"
Behind him came a deep voice, accompanied by his slight footsteps.
She put down her book and turned around. He was already in front of her.
