He was a very uninteresting person living in a very boring world.
Just like when he was a child, and his father brought him fresh flowers from the mines, he would find the flowers beautiful, but they would wither very quickly.
So he had someone make a crystal-clear, never-withering flower out of glass.
It was only when she grew up that Li Xiaoyu realized that the glass flower, while delicate in appearance, was quite uninteresting, and it too would wither, only that ordinary people couldn't see it.
Li Xiaoyu slowly made her way to the exit of the dance.
The sound of her crystal high heels on the floor was clear and crisp, and in the empty dance hall, there seemed to be an echo. But the two sounds were different.
She looked back in confusion and realized it wasn't an echo but the footsteps of another person.
Then, when she saw the person at the entrance,
Li Xiaoyu froze as if time had stopped.
