In love with this game, Qiu Qiu has been playing it alone for ten years. She never tires of it, and sometimes she finds it incredible.
Peeping, getting close, not daring to speak. Pulled by emotions, ups and downs of heart, the diary was written down page after page - from beginning to end, only she knew.
You are drafting the wind and causing flash floods.
No matter how strong the wind was, he remained motionless and didn't even notice.
Intention: The wind passes without a trace, and the thoughts turn into dust.