There are rumors in the world that the souls of old friends will turn into flying butterflies, cross mountains and seas, break through the fog, and guide the way home for their loved ones.
Eight years ago, the wind in Puyuan was soft, the young people were bright, the four of them walked together, and they were worry-free every year.
She thought she had met the best tenderness and companionship of youth, but unexpectedly, all encounters turned out to be long-planned abyss.
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PS: It's not that I don't write he, it's that I originally wanted to create sadistic stories, but when I thought I couldn't let the female protagonist be gay again, I deeply remembered my friend's words: Can I write less about women?
I learned a lesson from the experience, so I replaced him this time.
Intention: to be added
