In that hot summer, Beichun met him who was almost dying.
Uncover the unbearable past and reconcile with the world again.
It was all brought to him by that young man.
She thought about what she should bring to the boy.
The crabapple trees are swaying in fiery red.
It's the most beautiful story of that summer.
…
I often feel that I am a sinner, and that thorns will grow from my abdomen, pierce my stomach, and my heart, until I feel cold all over my body. Finally, a flower will bloom, which is the hope I once had.
…
Beichun glanced sideways at him and cursed: "Idiot."
Shen Sheng was not happy and threw himself over the person, rolling him back and forth on the bed twice before retorting with a smile: "I'm not a fool, I'm a madman."
Yes, we are all madmen. We do it knowingly that we cannot do it, and it will delay the rest of your life.
Reader comments
The writing is delicate, and there is a steady sadness between the lines!
The story is touching, no matter the protagonist or supporting characters, they can do everything for their lovers and friends!
The writing is delicate, and there is a steady sadness between the lines! The story is touching, no matter the protagonist or supporting characters, they can do everything for their lovers and friends!