A black leather cord wound around her pale fingers, raised high above her head. The hanging stained-glass orb caught the blue sky and glimmered faintly.
Much like Jian Lan's seemingly faint longing over the past thirteen years, which still made her heart race, tinged with a trace of bitterness.
If white doves could return to the blue sky and seek freedom,
If maple leaves could return to the branches and keep them company,
If we had never been apart, could we have had the things we never did?
Whenever she thought of that other him, she would stare into the mirror and blink frantically. In her eyes, the snowflakes seemed to imprint his slender silhouette, again and again.
Amid the tangled joys and sorrows of youthful, confused love, through all the breakups and makeups, the cycle repeated.
Your topic is really good. It reminds me of a sentence: when the left hand holds the right hand to express feelings. . . . . My Bing Xin Tears "Destiny"
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Not bad, good... Keep up the good work, finish writing
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Come on~~~~~~~~~~ It's so well written 0.0
Going back to make up for the points, I read this chapter in January, Cui Geng
The man came over and bent down to look at Ye Qian. He raised his hand and touched her nose, saying softly, "Little beauty Ye Qian, I haven't seen you for half a month and you are beautiful again." Haha, what a wretched bird, why do you think of the big bad wolf who teased the lamb?
A good start, looking forward to the future!
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