[The migrant worker had a dream last night, adapted from it, a short story - to the past that cannot be returned]
She was never involved when I was a student.
That sunset photo that can never be found has the answer already written on it:
Consummation is a dream, regret is reality, and the present companionship is the most gentle gift after waking up from the dream.
Ps:
super short
No cp, pure madness
Adapted from a real dream last night
Intention: In the dream, I return to the age of eighteen, and when I wake up, I continue to be a social animal.