When she was 16 years old, Ling Mei picked up a drift bottle.
That summer echoed with the low cry of whales, and unclear dreams surfaced.
The sea waves played wildly, and the tunnel was lit up with festival lights.
The island is a non-CP part, please understand by yourself on the land. Irregularly updated, the perspective is uncertain
This article is highly subjective, the writing style may not be mature, and the content may not be rigorous, so just take it for fun.
The author wants to know what will happen if he insists on writing without CP in Jinjiang.
Concept: The boundary between fantasy and reality