
The Bones Are Buried
by It's Raining
About This Novel
A few years later, you told me that the cold and lonely tribesman was the real you. But I know the weakness and kindness you hide deep in your heart, and I wish you could have someone who will always be there to rely on and accompany you. That will make you very warm, and you will no longer dwell on the scarred past, and you don't have to be afraid of the unknown difficulties in the future. He is your attachment for the rest of your life, your destination is him, and he is the one who gives you endless expectations for your new life. But the love of the weak may only choose to be fulfilled by silence, even if it is unwilling to give up.
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