Snh48 Xin Yang cp short story fan fiction
The top of the wave shattered a boat of stars, and the shadows on the waist and temples were covered with green.
The fragrance of orchids is blowing quietly in my ears, and the snow and bones are melting between my fingers.
When the spring tide is urgent, the sound softens first, and when the fog is thick at dawn, the eyes are not awake.
Don't worry about the short return date of three days. It's already been a hundred years tonight.
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror