"Love?" The man raised his head and sighed deeply. The cold white air came out of his mouth. Then he looked at the woods and said, "love is a ubiquitous attachment, a lifelong concern."

"attachment? care? All my life... " Little fox's eyes flashed a trace of strange color, but in his heart he murmured: I don't know if he was thinking about me.

in the woods of the sea and the lake of glasses, the wind blows slowly. The willow beside the lake is waving graceful posture. Under the willow, there is a boy sitting on the stone chair, looking at the lake, as if something attracted him.

since...