Oops, I won't write it anymore. It's okay. It's okay.
Chen Yu×Fang Jiuxia
He stretched out his hand, and the rain fell on his palm, causing pain. The sky was announcing the end of everything. He could only say one sentence in his dream to the people he wanted to see in the future - "I miss you so much."
I don't know how much I will write, and I guess no one will read it. It's just a whim.
Concept: Separation is synonymous with encounter