Morning fog is a cosmic mistake
Frosting is the confession of the galaxy
When Jiang Sheng's universe of lies collided with Gu Shui's true laws——
The 28-year-old novelist uses words to fictionalize his life, and the 24-year-old baker uses temperature to measure his sincerity.
That traffic accident in the morning fog caused the lost Gemini to fall into Leo's gravitational field.
She scrawled in her notebook: "Blue plaid apron, suspected of having dimples, dangerous sweetness";
He stubbornly announced in front of the cake cabinet: "The first rule of our store: don't lie to Geminis."
In the prelude to the collapse of icing, in the dim light of the oven at three o'clock in the morning, two souls see reflections in each other:
The guise of her split is the slit sewn with his sugar stitches, his searing scars her ink-covered galaxies.
"You are my new universe born with an error of 0.5 Seconds."
"Then turn the morning mist into our galaxy wine"
