۶ৎ In the quiet whispers of the enchanted forest, where the moonlight softly dances upon the leaves, I find myself yearning for a kindred spirit to accompany me through this lonely world. The nights have grown long, and the silence, though once a comforting lullaby, now echoes with a hollow emptiness. I dream of a companion, not bound by the chains of time but by the threads of understanding—someone who can easily weave their presence into the tapestry of my life, lasting through the seasons like the ancient oaks that stand tall and unwavering.

"Is it not true?" I muse aloud, my voice barely more than a breath against the night breeze. 

Any kind of relationship would be a blessing—a simple chat to break the stillness or a bond where we share the tales of our days, like leaves exchanged between the trees. @yuanying believes that in sharing stories, whether they're grand adventures or mere snippets of the day’s passing, we could fill the void and brighten the path ahead.