I was on the clouds

You will meet the one who is destined to meet you after a long journey in the dark.She is the frozen flame under your frosty eyes, she is the restless noise in your withered soul, she is the neon lights flowing in the night outside your window, and she is the rose blooming in your dilapidated ruins.A thorny heroine in the dark department × a ghostwriter who used to write inspirational chicken soup essays and a hard-working writer Warm┃Supporting role: