A collection of short sweet articles.
The non-double heroine is a mess in an imaginary world.
There is no redemption here.
There are no miracles.
There are only doomed broken oaths, burned out love, and the last echo of humanity on the edge of the abyss.
Welcome to collect, this box of specimens named "Despair".
--Opening it is to witness how all good things come to an inevitable end.
The light will eventually be eclipsed.
Love, addiction is the abyss.
The city of glass we have carefully built turns into powder with just one touch, reflecting thousands of heartbreaking edges.
Are you ready to stare into the abyss?
Reader comments
The soul is locked in the cage of that snowy night, numb and unable to bear the mechanical life. You go and say that you are cured.
The mechanical system wiped away the smoke of the past. Only the young man held on to his faith, but the person he once trusted and loved the most swung the final knife at him.
I was reborn again and again, saved again and again, but I couldn't escape the fate. After you died, I became like you, which proved what you thought.
Those young men in bright clothes and angry horses always fall in the corrupt court.
The laughter in my ears turned out to be just a big dream.
The silent farewell turned out to be the last farewell, and the best time of youth became the sharpest knife stabbing each other, and in the end they had to become strangers.
The teacher writes so well, every article is very sad. [Crying] I particularly like the subtitle of Part 4, it's so well written. [Send heart][Send heart][Send heart]
The soul is locked in the cage of that snowy night, numb and unable to bear the mechanical life. You go and say that you are cured. The mechanical system wiped away the smoke of the past. Only the young man held on to his faith, but the person he once trusted and loved the most swung the final knife at him. I was reborn again and again, saved again and again, but I couldn't escape the fate. After you died, I became like you, which proved what you thought. Those young men in bright clothes and angry horses always fall in the corrupt court. The laughter in my ears turned out to be just a big dream. The silent farewell turned out to be the last farewell, and the best time of youth became the sharpest knife stabbing each other, and in the end they had to become strangers. The teacher writes so well, every article is very sad. [Crying] I particularly like the subtitle of Part 4, it's so well written. [Send heart][Send heart][Send heart]