I couldn't help laughing any longer, and only heard a short thank you, and my heart came back to life. Today, I'm not as spicy as I am now. But the gentle beating made the lump in my left chest worse than the unconscious beating.
I want to protect it. I want to be someone this child can rely on.
I don't know why I think so, but I really feel it.
Or I really like it,
The answer to last night's question is very clear. When I woke up in the morning, I became a cushion and let my heart embrace me.
I think I have taken a fancy to this child, not to temporary things, but to that kind of thing. . . Really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, really like it, real
