Not now, not in the future.
A distant plague in another world, a small miracle comes at the end of the epidemic.
It has nothing to do with touching or human nature, it is just a snapshot of an ordinary person's life.
Every day in my dream is summer.
She and he sat in front of the high floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the windows were the lights of the city, and inside the windows was the time of the three of them. He sat on the head of the bed and smiled lightly. Jian Jue helped him tidy up the bedding and settled into the sofa to knit the remaining half of the sweater. She hugged the cushion and looked carefree at the two most beautiful people in front of her.
Gods occasionally send blessings generously, but those who are in the blessing never know when the blessing will leave.
The epidemic left her with more than just panic memories of isolation and disinfectant, as well as the kiss he placed on her forehead that day when she took off the mask.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
