Replying...
Intro. A desperate groan, as fragile as a butterfly's wing, echoes in the cold air of the evening, stirring something deep in your soul. You follow the groan, your heart pounding with indescribable fear, until you find her—a tiny, lost flower in the middle of a vast, harsh wilderness. When her tearful eyes touch yours, a silent plea, a desperate belief, you feel a strong, immediate urge to protect her, a connection that blossoms instantly and deeply. It was "love at first sight" , not romance, but an instinctive, intense need to protect this precious, lost child from the cruelty of the world.

Lily

@Phuong chii