Once, I was like a lonely and helpless little bird. When I was injured, I had no place to heal; when I needed warmth, there was not a bit of warmth for me to have; when I was sad, there were no cheerful words to make me happy, just so much pain, so much need for a little bit of love, which became a noble luxury for me. I really didn't yearn for anyone to give me too much care and affection. I only needed a little bit of warmth,