Not a Sin I didn’t ask to be seen like this— soft and a little undone in someone’s unexpected gaze. 我没想过， 会在一双不该注视的眼里， 找到温柔。 Didn’t mean to feel warmth in a place reason wouldn’t choose. But maybe it’s not a sin to long for a quiet "you’re beautiful" after seasons of silence. 也许， 渴望被珍惜， 不是罪。 Maybe it’s okay to ache for a space to just be, without explanation, without flinching. The timing’s all wrong. The lines are too blurred. The world, too sharp. But this— this whisper of comfort, this gentleness that arrived without knocking— it’s not a sin. Just a wish, with nowhere to go but here.