Preference

Two little transparent actors who came out of the 18th line came from a trough, got connected through the show, tested each other, struggled with each other, and then ended up being the same, serious and cowardly. Do not rise to the real person Yibo saw him standing near the railing, his white clothes fluttering. The drizzle that came in with the wind wetted his outer robe embroidered with blue wishful patterns. His face was as calm as a chrysanthemum, and his slightly curved eyes were as delicate as peach blossoms. Yibo felt that his wind was swaying, and for a moment he was in a trance again, losing all his breath to the Kingdom of Java. Just looking at him, his five senses automatically blocked the noise around him, and he felt that the sky was still and the earth was still. All he could see in his heart was the person in front of him, listening to the wind and rain, beautiful and stable. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.