["It's okay, see you in the next cycle."]
I don't know since when, Xuan Ling started to hate Xia Tian.
Maybe it's because summer always ends and a new beginning comes.
This change of seasons is the cycle of life.
It is also a cycle of "her".
"Xuan Ling, don't be addicted to games! Why are you so sad?" The roommate shook her shoulders.
"Don't quarrel with me. If you quarrel again, I will enter the game and keep playing-" Xuan Ling glared at her.
"But you can't be the protagonist in the game!"
Xuan Ling ignored it.
Such youth, laughter and tears intertwined.
It was like a sun shower, inexplicably light but still wet.
The diary with yellowed paper in the corner, the silent birthday message, the reply I will receive on August morning... Endless melancholy.
She originally thought that her ability to empathize was too strong.
It wasn't until the game ended one day that she saw the truth of the matter.
It turns out that this is everything "I" put in her.
Note before reading:
1. The work is mainly narrative, and the main plot is more daily.
2. 90% Of the plot is the author's real experience, and it has basically been framed.
3. I am a novice at writing, just spray lightly.
Mission: Always move forward with optimism.