The wind was blowing, and many stars were hidden. How about you stay with me? I stretched out my hand and grabbed it. The light escaped between my fingers and I opened my hand.
Pretending not to care, I lay on the ground, Qingfeng asked me, I asked Qingfeng. The wind brought him here, but I was afraid of disturbing him, so I stepped cautiously and put my head out to test. I hope in my heart that he will stay.
I stayed where I was, listening to the breeze, the rain was still there, the fallen leaves smoothed the edges, and the snow in the dark night dazzled my eyes.
This is the story of me and my fireflies, a story that only I know
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
