——"Hell is also a realm, so I will predict a grand wedding."
The groom is me, the bride is time, the ring is loneliness, and the bouquet is regret.
Grade 3, Class 13, Jiang Panli, countdown to 646 days.
At 3:47 in the morning, he always loses a sentence in the mirror; the plum-flavored blue butterfly carries the unsent love letter back and forth between the examination room and the ward.
He heard the non-existent wind——
Purpose: Under pressure and trauma, still choose to live for yourself