I'm riding on my fantasy, with dreams underneath me
In the rain of ridicule, blossoming hopes bloom,
In my memory, there is a young man
He buried his head and struggled under the dim light,
He lay on his side and fell asleep on the small bed,
He lost his mind, and behind the girl's figure,
He grew up, grew up, grew up, and disappeared
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I just came to Feilu. I give this book to everyone in my life. I wish you happiness.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
